Losing Interest

I can’t believe that the impossible has actually happened. I have lost interest in crochet!! Who would have thought it? I’ve had a couple of bits on the go:(this is just one piece; I’m so uninterested in it that I haven’t taken any photos of the other).

I have, however, been having a go at decoupage. I had a day off work yesterday and made this:It’s a papier-mâché bowl I covered which I’m rather pleased with. I also covered a small wooden box which I haven’t photographed. My husband is so relieved that I’ve temporarily (and I’m sure it is only temporary) abandoned the crochet that he’s offered to put his own wood-working skills to good use and create some more wooden boxes and blank ‘shapes’ for me to cover.

I also made some little cardboard boxes yesterday from some cut-outs which came with a magazine I bought last month:They are called ‘instant comfort pocket boxes’ and are the size of a matchbox and are quite cute. I don’t know what I can use them for, unless I keep a pet ladybird but that seems a bit cruel.

News about Marbles: he started to develop a bald patch between his shoulder blades. It turns out to have been an allergic reaction to an ‘external parasite’ so we’re treating him with some fancy ointment from the vet.

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Proud Aunty Moments

My nephew has mental health issues.  He won’t mind me saying this as he’s very open about it and will talk about it to anyone who’ll listen.   

After a particularly bad day at work a couple of years ago, someone suggested to him that he tried bird watching as a way to relieve stress.  He took to it like a duck to water (no pun intended) and, combined with his love of photography, is building up quite a following on Instagram and Twitter.  He’s also been invited to write a couple of pieces for birding magazines.  

The thing he’s most proud of, though, is setting up a group called Bird Therapy which promotes the benefits of bird watching on mental health.  In April, he spoke about Bird Therapy at an event in Cambridge called ‘Earth Optimism Day’.  He spoke for an hour and a half and, at the end, a gentleman in the audience asked to be introduced to my nephew as he had been so impressed and wanted to discuss the issue further.  My nephew agreed to the introduction (as I said, he’ll speak to anyone about it who’ll listen) and found himself shaking hands with Sir David Attenborough!  Radio 4 was also at the event recording some segments for use in a program they were putting together.   The producer had listened to my nephew’s presentation and asked if he would like to contribute to their ‘Tweet of the Day” series – a two minute piece each day where a bird watcher, famous or otherwise, talks about a particular bird they’ve encountered and a short clip of birdsong is played.  My nephew recorded three pieces; one has already been featured and a second one is to be played later this month.The family is just so proud of him.

Things That Made Me Happy Today (1)

Waking up at a decent time without the need for an alarm call.  I was awake just before 6.00am and would, quite happily, have gone back to sleep for an hour but I hadn’t reckoned on the cuckoo clock.  I’d always wanted a cuckoo clock so my husband bought one some years ago as a birthday or Christmas gift.  It’s lived in a couple of places around the house but is now, for some reason, on the landing, just outside my bedroom door.  Although it’s battery powered, the cuckoo is light activated.  It means that it doesn’t go off through the dark hours of night but, come summer, as the mornings become lighter, it starts cuckooing at 6.00am.  That put paid to any thoughts I had about an extra hour’s sleep.

Reading in bed before getting up.  Ok, so it’s rubbish reading material but it’s just right for early morning or late night reading when I can’t be bothered to concentrate on anything more meaningful.  I started reading this magazine, or comic, as we’ve come to call it, 18 months ago.  I had, over the new year, had a couple of falls due to fainting so, when my husband went out to do the shopping one morning, he decided it would be unsafe to leave me alone in the house and I went with him.  I couldn’t manage to go round the shops with him so I waited in the car, having first complained that I’d forgotten to take a book with me.  This prompted him to buy me this comic.  Unfortunately the issue he bought had the first instalment of a 6 week serial in it so I had to buy the next 5 issues to find out what happened.  Halfway through this serial another serial started so I then had to continue buying it to find out what happened in the new serial.  And so it went on.  I’ve ended up with a subscription which renews every three months or so and I can’t be bothered to cancel it.

Getting my new glasses.  I’ve been under the care of the eye clinic at our local hospital for the last two years as my optician  wants to be sure that the cancer hasn’t spread to the backs of my eyes.  The consultant has advised me not to have my eyes tested while I’m still his patient, just in case there are any changes to my eyes.  I keep expecting to be discharged as the consultant is sure that my eyes are fine.  He hasn’t discharged me so I’ve had no choice but to ignore the advice as my glasses were becoming increasingly unsuitable.  The optician has told me that my prescription has ‘gone up by two steps’ (whatever that means) and I’ve got new specs.  What a difference!  I can finally see properly again.  Which a bonus, obviously. 

Being complimented on my appearance.  Well, not my appearance as such but my choice of clothing.  Today I’ve been wearing a new, red linen skirt and red/cream striped sailor top from my favourite online clothes shop, Seasalt of Cornwall.  I was also wearing a pair of matching red flip-flops.  Two strangers independently told me how nice I looked which, considering I don’t consider myself pretty, or even vaguely attractive was very flattering.

Having a Cornetto after my tea.  My weekend treat is a Cornetto after tea on Friday and after lunch on Sunday. 

Spending time with Marbles.  It’s been a couple of days since I last saw him so it was nice to get him indoors for some quality purring time with him.

It’s surprising, when we put our minds to it, just how much we have in life to be thankful for.