an educational little bedtime story

by the genius edward gorey why do I empathise so with Neville? good night

don't let the bogey man give you a fright

trick or treat!!

this post should be called;the grim reality or why the vicarage will never make it onto design sponge.....

I opened my wardrobe to find things had spiralled out of control a tidy me thinks? not quite Benetton.. always time for a cuppa and onto the garden shattered but one step nearer to a normal household and almost time to get ready for the witching hour

it seemed silly, as I was passing anyway, not to pop into the charity shop

however, I only found two funny flora books funny because the colours are crazy makes me wonder if the photographer might have been listening to Hendrix on the job?

a day of chores some self indulgent styling

and some decently priced charity finds in fact the "vicarage" is starting to resemble an overstocked charity but without a shop of my own I will just continue to fill each room and surface to the ceiling perhaps I should do random reader give aways?

but then I would need to go public hmmh?

think I'll stick to my loyal 7 ladies and a parrot (called Arthur) , and hope they don't mind receiving each week some of the vicar's objets trouvees ?

weekend starts here a bit of painting some gardening and lots of tea

less rain please?

rain good for growing things, very bad for my mood

a sunday at the garden always starts with a good old natter, tea and, if I am lucky, Anne's homebaked wares so after discussing the week's ups and downs and chomping through a flapjack or 3 we used the garden house to show off some of this week's charity finds; oh hulloo, I am "Granny Scoop Shovel" and I like snipping, pruning and telling off the neighbours about their hedge height morning, I am "Fred Tubeticketoffice" and I like growing the Herb, know what I am saying? atchoooooo!!!!! made for homebakes a favourite artist and a dog that can outdo Archie in grumpyness

but of course we do always need to do some hard labour because otherwise the weeds will stand chin high before you can say; bindweed garlic, onions and composting grass are in and the old dregs removed one last tea and off home

good week all

there was a tap at the garden door this morning I looked down and saw a pumpkin smiling up at me in fact there were two they said; we know we're a bit early, but with it being cold and all, we thought we'd stop by anyhow

and warn you that there is going to be a party so we'd better get out some invites in time because you had better get ready for a pumpin' party ya'll