This weekend one of the most recognisable landmarks in Oxfordshire was drastically changed. Didcot power station lost 3 of its 6 cooling towers (we were aiming to get up and see it but in the end it didn’t happen, here’s a link to the video though), the remaining 3 will be demolished next year. There was also Read more about Demolition[…]
So Yesterday on a very cold and drizzly 31st January, myself and the boy celebrated 3 years together! Obviously he deserves a medal but instead we went for dinner at Turl Street Kitchen in the centre of Oxford. The kitchen only has a selection of 3 or 4 dishes for starter, main and dessert but Read more about Happy three years![…]
I’ve been thinking of opening an etsy shop for a little while now, but having thought about it each time I got scared by the thought that I would do something wrong or that actually no one would want to buy the things I produce (my friends have been receiving my handmade jewels ever since Read more about We are in business![…]
This was me, laid out on our bed, feeling very itchy on Tuesday night. Two years ago I had a really bad reaction to something that brought me out in blisters on both my right and left hands. After that initial bad reaction I started to get tiny bubbles appearing on the tips of my Read more about A week I’m pleased to see the back off[…]
So on Sat after all the bake off madness was over (well we had dropped the cake off, I think the judging was still happening) we set off for a very special leaving party. Jamses youngest sister Kat is finally living out her traveller dreams and has a 1 year work permit for Australia. Kat was the Read more about She’s leaving home[…]
(Ginny, lying down enjoying the sun, just a few days ago) It is my unhappy duty to report the passing of one of our oldest ex-batts, beautiful Ginny chicken, the girl with the big comb and the even bigger personality! (Ginny from Harry potter, who Ginny chicken was named after). Ginny was in the first Read more about Goodbye Ginny[…]
This weekend we were unlucky enough to loose one of our Arucana’s (still refered to as ‘the babies’, even though they are more like teenagers now. We had returned home on Friday to find Irena huddled in the corner of the run, trying to back away from her sisters, she was immediately removed from the Read more about Little Irena[…]
So this weekend after one and a half years of dating along the A34 (Jam lived in Newbury while I frequented the substantially more awesome Oxfordshire) Jam finally moved in with me! This did mean a sad farewell to Dave the housemate (also known as Gravy Davey, photographer, friend of Mabel, eater of lime Doritos Read more about Jam moves in[…]
So after a year and a bit together my beloved Jam has finally agreed to move into Mason du Rose! To say that I’m really excited would be an understatement but I’m a little scared as well (what if it doesn’t work out? What if Jam can’t sleep? What if I’m actually really annoying and Read more about A Jam plan (or invasion)[…]