Margot and her new friend
1. Lurking in the darkest recesses of the blogosphere, one or two of you out there have enquired about my physical health following the involuntary tumble I had on black ice last Wednesday morning. I am pleased to inform you that my wrenched left shoulder is definitely on the mend and I can now reach above my head with my left arm. At first I was anxious - in case there was a fracture but now I am pretty confident that all will be well.2. Yesterday, after clearing snow from our driveway and Butch's windscreen, I set off for the north end of Stanage Edge. There's no proper car park there so visitors park by the A57 on the verge opposite to the entrance to Moscar Lodge. I was hoping to do the walk I postponed after my ice fall. However, when I got out to the parking verge there was too much snow and I didn't want to risk it. It would have been a great day for photography with sunshine, a blue sky and the drama of snow upon the edge.
3. Regarding my poem, "Stanage Edge" which is still in its gestation phase, I have written many lines, had various different ideas, toyed with many words and had long gaps between visits. I start to wonder if I should have followed my usual method which sees inspiration evolve into a poem quite quickly but hey, it's too late now. A healthy pregnancy lasts for forty weeks and maybe it should be the same for a poem.
Zach and Margot
4. Phoebe had her fifth birthday party today ahead of her actual birthday on Thursday. The birthday event took place at a venue called "BounceSheffield". The name gives you a pretty good idea of what happens there. She shared the party slot with another girl from her reception class and by all accounts it went well. We stayed at home looking after Margot as requested.
5. In this blogpost, I am sharing three grandchildren pictures. Zachary was up in Sheffield for a few days after Christmas. In the image below you can see Phoebe in the background. She did not have a hangover but she wasn't feeling too well that day.
6. After thirty one years of using the very same numbers for The National Lottery, I imagined that I would at last win the jackpot on Saturday night but once again I was wrong. It will probably be next Saturday.
The Bairns are a tonic. Children are the only real treasure of this world.
ReplyDeleteStanage Edge. * Rhythm is form cut into time. * Ezra Pound.
( 10 Great Quotes About Poetry by E.P. ). They locked him in a cage. Twelve years.
Rather obtuse today Monsieur Haggerty.
DeleteL'ironie est la gaiete de la reflexion et la joie de la sagesse.
DeleteAnatole France (1844-1924) a staunch Dreyfusard like Zola.
Read *Les dieux ont soif* - English translation Penguin Modern Classic.
See photos. He is d'Artagnan in winter, though the Dumas hero was Gascon.
Margot saying, "He looks like you, grandpa".
ReplyDeleteI imagine BounceSheffield is where the bounce up and down until all the muck they have eaten beforehand is involuntarily ejected, often at force.
Same numbers for 44 years, best win $2000, with a few prizes in the hundreds. I stopped once on my own.
Margot was actually singing:-
DeleteIce, ice baby
Vanilla Ice, ice baby
Vanilla Ice, ice baby
Vanilla Ice, ice baby
Vanilla
Lots of life in Margot's eyes! Maybe some mischief too. they're a fun bunch. Enjoy them.
ReplyDeleteShe is indeed a strong little character with a twinkle in her eye.
DeleteI keep hoping the same with my lottery tickets but it hasn't happened yet 😒
ReplyDeleteMargot and Zachary are fast becoming children, leaving the baby behind. I hope Phoebe soon got over whatever was wrong.
Oh yeah - it was just a 24 hr bug for Phoebe.
DeleteThank you very much for the update on No. 1. It is good to know you don't seem to be suffering any long-term consequences from your fall.
ReplyDeleteIn that last photo, Phoebe looks like a very tired princess after too many rounds on the dance floor with all her suitors, while the prince destined to become hers has not turned up for the ball, probably held back by the spell of some evil fairy.
By the look on her face, Margot is enjoying life so much! Long may it last.
On the other hand, you have found your prince!
DeleteTook me long enough! Third time lucky...
DeleteMargot's new friend looks a little glum there. Perhaps he had heard there was a thaw coming.
ReplyDeleteHe has expired now. Just a carrot, two sticks and two stones on the grass.
DeleteI have held Premium bonds for myself and my children for over 40 years. Not a shilling have I won..... not even sixpence!
ReplyDeleteI have got several thousands of pounds worth of premium bonds and seem to win prizes every other month.
DeleteYou actually win, really? My son's grandpa gave him 10 pounds in Premium Bonds when son was a baby (1971). Nothing for years, then suddenly a prize of 25 pounds showed up about 5 years ago.... surprise! He had no idea there was such a thing as Premium Bonds. Had to phone me to find out what it was.
DeleteI have won countless times Shammy. Many Britons see premium bonds as a kind of investment which should provide moderate returns in the long term.
DeleteWonderful grandkids are your winning lottery in life.
ReplyDeleteBut I cannot spend them on a new seven bedroom house with swimming pool.
DeleteYou have Lottery Stamina!!!
ReplyDeleteIn that regard I am an idiot.
DeleteWell I'm glad nothing terrible happened with your fall. Right now I'm walking like a old(er) lady when it's icy, Katie is no different. I'm sure we are quite the sight walking out to my car:)
ReplyDeleteYour grandkids are so cute and it's so nice that cousins know each other. I never knew mine growing up.
My mother's brother had five daughters but I never met them until the day of their mother's funeral.
DeleteI, too, was wondering if you'd had any resulting injuries from your fall. I can still feel the effects of mine although they are much, much better.
ReplyDeleteThose children are darlings. I'm sorry Phoebe wasn't feeling well. Margot looks like a mischievous little bundle of energy.
Margot can be so very sweet and yet so fierce too.
DeleteIt's sweet to see the little cousins having fun together. My dear grandchildren gave me this awful flu for Christmas! But I love them all anyway. ;)
ReplyDeleteDid they wrap the vial of flu in fancy Christmas paper with ribbons?
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