NIGHT WALK FOR NORTH DEVON HOSPICE

Last night I had the PRIVILEGE of walking with two THOUSAND  wonderful women on the NIGHT WALK FOR NORTH DEVON HOSPICE, raising money for this invaluable service and provision of night nurses.

We were entertained along the way by the wonderful TORRINGTON CAVALIERS. The SWEETS and PROSECCO was very welcome, hic!

Walking the TARKA TRAIL the scenery was beautiful accompanied by birdsong and with the bonus of this beautiful sunset.


Although Ronald has been looking after me today, he is also laughing at me. A LOT!

He described my post-walk condition to our far-flung children as follows:  “You know when a chimpanzee walks on two legs swaying from side to side? That’s what mum looks like.”

OUTRAGEOUS!

Unfortunately my children’s sense of humour follows their father and they thought that was hilarious.

Yours Huffily

Celia

A TIT IN THE HOUSE

A TIT IN THE HOUSE I have my dear ladies and occasional gentleman, and it’s not Ronald
Although you might be fooled into thinking so image

As here he is cleaning the SHOWER.

The TIT I am referring to is a BLUE one and I am thrilled that it has decided to NEST in my little RUSSIAN BIRD HOUSE.

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Yours Chirpily

Celia

p.s.

I would be thrilled if my dear ladies and occasional gentleman would care to read my book, written in collaboration with my dear friend. Available as an ebook (how exciting) and a paperback.

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Who would have thought that MURDER would have visited sleepy little St Urith Without Well and who would have thought that I would get involved and poor little Hirsute Roley.

Enjoy reading about the colourful characters who reside in our parish, set in the beautiful North Devon countryside

CORNUCOPIA OF CELTICNESS & A DILEMMA

My dear ladies and occasional gentleman as I hope you may be aware I have been absent. 


We were lucky enough to spend first a week in beautiful WELSH WALES, HIRSUTE ROLEY particularly enjoyed the beach. Despite the clouds it was lovely and warm.


We returned home for one night to the very lovely NORTH DEVON.


Then secondly a few days in gorgeous CORNWALL.


Beautiful flowers grown by my beautiful granddaughter.

A veritable CORNUCOPIA of CELTICNESS.

You would have thought that with all this relaxation and beautiful surroundings my HAIR would have decided to stay on my  HEAD.

But NO!

On returning home I stepped into the shower (ladies don’t jump).

After I had washed my hair I noticed that I was paddling in about an inch of water.

Investigating the PLUGHOLE I discovered what appeared to be a small knitted jumper BORROWER size.

I HATE CLEANING PLUGHOLES THEY ARE GROSS!


Walking into the sitting room this product was on the Telly.

DILEMMA.

TWO bottles of GIN or some decent wine.

AGAINST

TWO months supply of FURRY FOAM.

Yours ALOPECIA AURIATALY

CELIA

P.S. I am still shaving my legs

P.P.S. Some eyebrow and eyelashes down the PLUGHOLE.

P.P.P.S. THE BORROWERS. See Mary Norton.

P.P.P.P.S. North Devon Photo courtesy of my dear friend Karen Owen.