Collections- Shopping lists and Penny Club.

I cannot properly read what this list says, it might have helped if I had, had my glasses on whilst I photographed it, so I am guessing it is blurred. I think I can see coke, smooth orange juice and carrots. 

Skulk? Does this mean skulk around the aisles whilst surveying the savoy cabb and flaked ham hock? I have never had flaked ham hock or savoy cabb or rosti for that matter. I feel I am missing out on big bits of food life.

This is Beryl my new baby rubber plant. She lives on the windowsill in a lucky 2p arcade cup. She is shiny and will one day she grow me a bouncy ball.

£64. If I wish hard enough maybe it will turn into £64.

Penny club count up from January to February - £2.17. The 50p being a milestone in penny finding. 

Pickle forks and Daniel not Understanding.

I am currently not enjoying the first days of March as I have a cold and a cough and it is a colossal waste of everybody's time. The only decent thing about it is that I wake up twice very early in the morning and hear the blackbird singing whilst I cough along. Then two hours later I open up my curtains and window to stick my head outside and cough some more and I see my pigeon pals getting it on, on top of the greenhouse. This is fine until they move to the gutter above my window around 10am. It needs to stop.

I have however enjoyed these forks very much and they are excellent for eating pickles and beans one at a time.

Incoming posts from Laura, Elliott and Tilly. Daniel became frightened of the catnip candy bar as his back toenails are long and it became attached to one. We would rather not re-live it but his nails have been trimmed and styled and the catnip candy bar is being reintroduced slowly. 

Things from off me holidays..

A book dedicated to dentistry and showing me how I can prevent this happening to me. I have a large orthodontic receipt to prove I understand this prevention and a direct debit to match.


My very own Wings of Love painting present from Dan. Daniel doesn't understand it.

He even asked Len to help him, but Len didn't understand it either. 

I shall go and drink my second bottle of Buttercup syrup now and plan my bedtime around my cough and Daniels blanket changes.

Day Trips-Worthing.

I saw a film once about Worthing from the 1950's and there was a flower festival on and a lady was brushing her path. I did not find the festival or the lady or indeed this fun view.

We arrived and entered the long halls of the multistory car park. I like multistory car parks, they have stories to tell but this one had been told to keep quiet. There was an excellent font on the walls letting me know the levels and whether or not to go up or down. I did not photograph this.

Outside in the seaside sun, I got out my ear muffs for warmth and debated whether to be on piste with sunglasses but February glasses with ear muffs just doesn't look good if not on actual piste.

Looking around and walking we suddenly spotted...

Quite honestly the best day of my life, which is what I say whenever I see a cat out and about. 

Moving on but never forgetting we looked at things like this;

After a pizza break we ventured further up into town. I saw some heads on a building and said 'look Dan, heads!' I didn't think anymore about them until two days later I found out how much I truly get on my own nerves as they were Elisabeth Frink’s Desert Quartet. I will see them again in two weeks as I have another Worthing mission trip planned to collect a picture from The Salvation Army shop that I should have bought when I saw it. It is big time and I think I will need a clipboard.

I liked the pier very much and all of the artworks and glass pieces. You can find out more about them here- and here-

I will be back for them heads and the picture with my cheque book and pen, and the boating lake and the woman with the brush and the cat and the font. Big business clipboard of reminders.

Holiday Supa Snaps- Kenneth Barden & J E Tyrrell- Mosaic Murals- Gosport.

On my recent road trip holiday, I, like most people before they go away anywhere like to look up murals to visit whilst out and about. I like to then tell my travel companions that they are going to see wondrous sights filled with concrete, murals and tiles. The 20th Century Society is my go to helping guide for all the things that I need to see and I chose to see The Seaward & Harbour Towers. 

I do like a good mural and I wasn't disappointed either. There was quite a lot of building going on so we couldn't get into the main area and it was very, very windy, so the blue block was to be seen only from far away. 

'The pair of 16-storey tower blocks overlooking the harbour were clad with abstract unglazed mosaic murals made by Carter’s of Poole and running the whole 135 feet height. Hugely impressive due to their scale, these murals are best seen from the ferry whilst crossing the river.'

I enjoyed this mini holiday interlude of mosaics very much and wanted to stay longer but I didn't have my ear muffs and these are important when in wind.  

See more about the mosaics and the makers here-

Like more stuff like this? Go to- they have a database of ceramic tile locations- excellent.

Like to find murals? Click the link below and type in where you live and get lost in a sea of never ending pages of beauty -

Collections- Shopping Lists.

I have had a bumper, yes bumper load of finds these past few weeks. One almost everyday except last Tuesday, which is very good going into these lean months of just beans and rice pudding.


I hope they got the puree. 

K towel.

Bite size.


Little sausage.

Colour run sheets.

Egg Sandwich.

Apple pie and custard.

and a lovely load of writing about love and happiness and I am imagining whoever wrote it, being dramatically drunk on red wine and then Cherry B from the late shop as all the wine went before half past 8. They are thinking that 'this is a really good idea, I will write it down, I will tell THEM ALL!!!' Until the next morning when they wake up and they daren't open both eyes for fear of remembering that they did dance and shout to ABBA pissed at half 4 in the morning whilst eating three slices of gateaux.  It was inside the sleeve when I brought it home. Gratis treats.