milk run

I had to apply for a job this morning but woke to find no milk in the fridge. I nipped to the supermarket, crossed the road so I couldwalk under the trees in the picture below. Its very autumnal here. With caffine application done and now onto the housework.

shameful confessions

We all have our dark shadow side. My friend a very liberal law lecturer likes to read the Daily Mail on line 'The commenters are so right wing that I feel better!'

I confess to an habit of gossip & celebrity which I somehow can square completely with a devotion to being a treehugger. Every day I must visit gawker, defamer, and go fug yourself.

Now you know the truth....

via Keri Smith

Something weird started to happen to my face yesterday - it started to swell on the right hand side. I've phoned NHS 24 and they seem to think I'll live until tomorrow - when I can see my doctor.However during my useless unproductive morning I've been surfing the archives of the Shambhala Sun magazine. Highly recommended Bhuddist undoing!

more photography competitions

here at the Guardian a link

Just off to sit outside with coffee and my morning pages.

The Guardian on anti specialism.

aaagh ! Peg Bracken of the I hate to cook book has just died!

Way to go 4 husbands....

Shed love

in Australia....

I have a shed - mostly storing half bicycles, paint and the barbeque but its the one thing which caused most envy when I moved here. I painted it in stripes along the wooden panels and is a very jolly feature now.

Haunting

The Photographers Gallery had a call for photos on the theme of haunting. I've just submitted this one. www.photonet.org.uk/hauntings

Go and submit your own. I have to say somewhat snarkily that I was unimpressed by the other submissions. You think a pile of ironing is haunting....

The story of the painting journals by Jan Leman

Guardian photo competition

If you're bored, you're not paying attention

Yarnstorm - this blog inspires me to take up my knitting needles again. Gorgeous gorgeous colours - sadly I think my Scottish abode means my photies always have a slightly driech cast to them. I sometimes yearn to be sweetie coloured with lots of artifical additives.

Yellow Cat

A few days ago my Polish lodger announced "I was very hot last night. I woke up and found a yellow cat sleeping on my bed."

"Marmalade" I interjected - I've got to keep him uptodate with idioms.

The resident cat Frida is an all velvet black girl.

"It must have got in through the window. I woke it up and it just looked at me as if to say 'I'm quite comfortable thanks - why are are you disturbling me?'"

Yesterday I found the 'yellow' cat in my kitchen on the counter behind the sink surveying life out of my kitchen window. Miss Frida was most unimpressed.

I asked if he was cold and wanted the heating on. He said he would be fine if the yellow cat came to sleep.

Good how to Collage guide in your journal.