A little bit of vintage poshness


A lovely set of Paragon teacups and saucers. They really do make your tea taste better than a mug. Can’t decide whether I want to sell these or keep them, they really are so gorgeous. Maybe I’ll keep drinking my tea out of them for a little while longer.


Stan earns a wash and polish


My hansom ol beetle has done me proud. He’s driven from Cornwall to London without missing a heart beat.

Stan is a lovely 1972 1200 beetle, not the speediest of cars, but definitely very steadfast. And for his trustworthy and steadfast manor I decided to give him a wash and polish, and doesn’t he look good!

If every cloud has a silver lining, does it follow that every silver lining has a cloud?

While thinking about the old saying “every cloud has a silver lining” I suddenly realised that if that was so then surely every silver lining must have a cloud.

What I mean by that is there must always be 2 sides, or 2 ways to interpret, or 2 ways to react to a situation. In reality it’s about how we work through what life throws at us as well as what we make of our lives. Infact there is a multitude of ways, not just 2.

Depending on our mindset at the time of the incident that happens, it will then be assessed with a different set of parameters than if the incident had happen the following day.

For example, are we hungry, are we tired, have we had a stressful day at work? All of these things have the ability to access our coping mechanisms, and if more than one thing is factored in then our reactions will be different again.

So every cloud having a silver lining must also mean that every silver lining has a cloud. It just depends on our approach to see things positive or negative at the time of the incident. There is always an alternative way of looking at things.

Looking at all things and finding the positive in them can be the difference between a fulfilling life, and a life filled with regret and a feeling of victimisation. All things that happen do so for a reason, it is not for us to necessarily understand why. This I guess is not always the easiest thing to do.

We can sit and ponder the meaning of life or if there’s a god, but at the end of the day what really matters is that we are one amongst billions, each being a cog in the cycle of life. We can choose to be a positive force in that cycle or a negative one.

It is us alone that has to live with the consequences of who we are. We may affect people around us and we may destroy what we do not know by ignorance, but we must still live with our actions.

So should we view the so called silver linings as such, or the outcome of things that we have not been comfortable with? I don’t know the answer, but I do know however bad things get there will always be a reason. I don’t profess to understand the reason, but I believe in cause and effect.

Whether the weather could be anymore windy…


Today has felt like Chinese torture, the continuos gale force wind that has been blowing has not only been damaging to people’s property but also my mind.

Relentless would be an understatement. Rain, hail, thunder, lightening and furniture being hurled round the garden. Oh roll on the summer or at least a calm dry day.

My poor rabbits are not wanting to venture out and look miserable, they’re not the only ones.

The value of good friends!


The value of good friends is unmeasurable and without limits. These people choose to care and advise and love us for what we are. There are no ulterior motives and a genuine want for us to do well.

I truly am blessed with some of these people, and am lucky enough to have sisters who I also treasure as best friends. In life we can get bullied, and blackmailed and harassed in so many ways and with the way the world seems to be going these things appear to be coming more common place.

People seem to be losing sight of their humanity for each other in a need for what they feel is a necessity to survive. In reality to survive we need air we can breathe, food we can eat, shelter from the storm, and heat to keep us warm. We also need good friends, who when we have no food to eat, no shelter from the storm, and no heat to keep us warm will move over to make room for us to share theirs. Unfortunately if we have no air to breathe they most likely wont have any either.

In return for their friendship they get an unquestionable return, not out of duty, but out of friendship. We all need to remember these things are what makes the world go round not the things that are rammed down our throats by media and the person that will preach a self centred sermon. We all need good friends and we all need to be good friends.

My little figurines

My little figurines

These little beauties I found sorting out some boxes which I hadn’t sorted for 3 moves (shamefully near on 9 years).

I’ve had these since I was a little girl and they must be around 40yrs old. They will now go in pride of place on the g-plan. I still love bunnies and I still love baby blue.

It’s weird how something can reaffirm who you are in the simplest of ways. Of late I’ve almost lost sight of who I am. These little figures have brought me back round to myself.

Sitting here writing this I can feel all the things alien to me melting away. It’s good to get back to who I am.

New premises or not…

Hmmm, how much of a risk is worth taking.

Having started up a small business and finding restrictions are hampering our progress do we stay put and stay hampered or do we move on and take a financial risk? Do we believe in what we are doing disproportionately when it comes to taking said risk because we so very much want the business to succeed, not out of financial greed but from a love of what we do.

It’s really hard to go with your gut instincts when the finance involved, if we can get it, looms over the need for the business to be financially successful. I guess that’s where the whole risk taking gets involved.

Hmmm, so how much of a risk is worth taking…image

Pondering a close…

It’s been just over a week now since Chops died and still I’m in what can only be determined denial.

The funeral is Friday and the thought of being in the same place as him is mildly comforting, as well as wholly distressing as it will be final. It’s the end of an era, things really will not be the same in St Agnes.

Mary (his wife) will need to adjust without his huge larger than life personality as a constant in her life. His boys will also have to adjust to the lack of Chops self opinionated advice, which I must add is pretty much spot on how ever much you loath to admit it. I for one will have to find another way forward without his business advice, which at this point in time was a real comfort to hear his matter of fact opinions.

There’s no dead wood with Chops everything was always an observation backed up with years of experience. No flowery poncing things up. I for one appreciated that.

Everyone of us that is missing him terribly is missing a variety of facets of a truly wonderful human being. Whatever he did he did it with conviction and a passion second to none. There was, and still is much love for this man and each and everyone of us will carry him in our hearts.

I still don’t know that I can say goodbye, and maybe we don’t have too, the stories we tell each other show sides of him we may of never known, so he still enriches our lives without being a man of flesh and bone.

So I look forward to Friday for the celebration of his short 60 emensely full years, and the privilege of sharing the day with Mary and the boys along with all of us who he reached out to and left us branded with his love and affection, be it tough at times.

So my friend make sure you’re making the most of the other side in the same ferocious and happy way you tackled life here.

Chapel Porth, St Agnes, Cornwall.

Chapel Porth, St Agnes, Cornwall.