Ms Scarlet Blue is unwell…..

I interrupt the smooth running of this Blog to bring you news of recent inactivity. I have a snotty nose, and a very bad back. Admittedly the very bad back is improving, but the snotty nose is something new and exciting for this Monday morning.
Last week I was mainly taking Ibuprofen and practicing a correct sitting position. I was in high spirits, which was odd considering the pain was not completely relieved by the medication, so I said to a friend: how come I’m in such a good mood when I take Ibuprofen? What’s that all about? I Googled, and yes, there seems to be evidence to suggest that Ibuprofen does indeed improve mood [see HERE if you are interested] and I considered taking Ibuprofen regularly. But hang on a minute…. being in pain etc, etc, I thought it would be sensible to visit the doctor….to cut a waffle into a chip…. Ibuprofen also raises blood pressure, so possibly not the feel good drug of choice after all. My blood pressure has now returned to normal and I will stick to Champagne and Port if I want a mood boost.

Sid, the dog, is well, thank you for asking, and here are my exotic soggy bloomers as promised….

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Soggy Bloomers

I have no idea what this shabby shrub is, but I like it. Identification welcome.

Meanwhile, huge THANK YOUS to my blog friends Mr Devine, Ms Mistress, and Dinah for putting a huge SMILE on my face last Thursday. AND, Mr Devine even sent me a card….

Cormorants!!

….and a golden gown!!!

Golden Dress!!!

Apologies for my rough sketching…. I am no good at hands and if I tried to draw the arms and head properly I would end up sobbing, thus blocking my nose up even more, and this post would not get published.

For my next post I will talking about perfume. Or perhaps something else, I am not sure. There will probably be more pictures too. Pamela Anderson will not be invited.

Thank you for your interest.

Sx

Oops.

I seemed to have missed Valentine’s Day. Apologies. Obviously I love you, though possibly not enough to give you my last Rolo, and certainly not enough to give you anything from Lindt or Thorntons.
I am still suffering from global angst…. local angst…. and household angst. The garden angst is beginning thanks to the biggest Bumble Bee EVER chasing me across the lawn this morning. Why is it even awake??? It is foggy outside, but the bee is drawn to the exotic scent from the bloomers at the bottom of my garden. There are flowers, which I can’t identify, bursting forth from my Devon bank. I will take a photograph when I remember. Please don’t get too excited.

Meanwhile, I have been reading, and the tomes are now stacking up to be photographed on a chair, but before I do this I will come bang up to date and join in with the showing of shelves – an organised meme started by Mr Devine, and continued by Mr Lax, Dinah, The Very Mostest Mistress and, Mitzi. I hope I haven’t missed anyone??

These are my shelves:-

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Stuff.

Click to make big, etc. I do have more books, but they are kept hidden in the larder cupboard and the sideboard…. and there are also piles of calligraphy books, which are kept in piles around this room for easy access. Perhaps I will photograph these for my next post along with my bloomers??

Last night I watched the new drama SS-GB, which was about what might have happened if the Germans had won The Battle of Britain. I fell asleep. It was deadly dull in comparison to Apple Tree Yard. To be fair it was deadly dull in comparison to Call the Midwife….

Anyhow, the fog is slightly brighter now and so I am away to wander down dale, and up the khyber, over the meadows and under the mizzle.

Laters, mes amis.

Happy New Year!!!!

Some may notice that I am a little late with my felicitations. Apologies. Better late than never.

My time is being consumed by this….

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I’m on the bed what’ya gonna do about it??????

Please note that it is not advisable to let a Jack Russell on your bed. The Jack Russell is bred to go to earth to flush out foxes and badgers for hunting….so NEVER allow him under your duvet whilst you are still in the land of nod or you may have a very undignified awakening.

Sid is very energetic….. needing 72hrs of exercise per day….which leaves very little time for this….

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Special K

This poor ‘K’ has taken me over a month to complete…. and probably should have been posted to a friend in time for Christmas. I am ashamed of myself.

Anyhow…. 2016 is over. It was not the best of years. There was Brexit. There was/is Trump. On a personal note I found out that the man I sold my old cottage to was brutally murdered in my old home – on this floor that Mr Jimmy described as decidedly grubby. Reports of the murder were in the national press, and I found it both horrifying and disturbing. I have felt withdrawn ever since, and my good humour has somehow been dented. Mogwash began in that old cottage.

I will probably not write much calligraphy in 2017, I am not feeling the vibe for it, it’s a generic sort of art form in any case, and as soon as I tweak my writing to make it look individual somebody comes along and copies my tweaks without a by or leave or a credit. I am fed up with this sort of behaviour, so I give up on it. There I said it. Done with. I am fed up with feeling grumpy about it.

I mean to blog in 2017. I was a grumpy old bat in 2016, and the grumpier I am the less posts I write as I know they will be dismal dull like this one. I also mean to read more books. In between running around after Sid I have managed to read one book so far – YAY!!!

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Look At Me – Sarah Duguid

Apologies for this book not being on a chair, but I read it on my Kindle app. Look At Me is about a grumpy posh girl with an eating disorder and father fixation who discovers she has a common as muck half-sister who has an OCD regarding cleaning. There is a bit of bitching, and some sulking, and the wearing of a very unpleasant silver frock, leading to slapping, flouncing off, and some good old-fashioned setting the bed sheets on fire – literally. It was very well written and I enjoyed it.

2016 RIP

Something NEW!!!!…..on a chair……..

Okay, so 2016 has been the most crappiest year ever…. at the beginning of December I felt there was little else to do other than sulk on a massive scale. I am very good at sulking. Obviously my sulking has collided with Christmas, meaning that I don’t really have a lot of Christmas spirit…. so…. no cards and presents for anyone this year…. honestly…. don’t wait by the letterbox expecting anything from me…. my way of rebelling against World events, commercialisation, etc, was to buy NOTHING….. I thought I’d spend my dosh on a Rescue Dog instead….

WOOF!!!!

WOOF!!!!

WOOF, WOOOOOOFFFFF!!!

WOOF, WOOOOOOFFFFF!!!

So, I have a new friend!! I am sulking less, but I’m now suffering from sleep deprivation.
I am thinking that this is how I might always ‘do’ Christmas in future i.e. give money, and support, to a charity of my choice instead of buying junk that nobody really wants….Santa can bugger off and leave my chimney alone…. although, if pushed, I may indulge in a sausage roll and the occasional tipple [let’s not throw the baby out with the bath water] and now that I am in a better, less sulky, frame of mind….

MERRY JOLLITIES TO YOU ALL!!!!!!! LOVE SCARLET AND SID XXXXXXXXXXXX

Faffing About….

I have received concerned emails from my loyal commenters regarding my recent home improvements. Over the past 48hrs I have been described as: Too big! Enormous; all over the place; frankly unreadable; and, deleted. Rest assured I am still here…. festering away… and I have now settled for the look and feel of a 1960’s shiny information brochure. Nobody else is moving in this direction, and it seems to suit, so for another year or so all housekeeping is complete. There may be some updates to the pages… some fresh pictures of calligraphy etc, but for now I am happy enough in my black and white 1960’s world.

Moving swiftly on…. I promised pictures to piqué the interest of Mr Devine, so here is a little tease alluding to recent excursions….

A Visit to the Dark Side....

A Visit to the Dark Side….

Visiting a local museum

Visiting a local museum

Witch door?

Witch door?

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Boscastle

So… there you have it… I am now exhausted from all this faffing about… but I will return with some shiny calligraphy to fit with my shiny brochure theme…. NOW ENOUGH WITH THE COMPLAINTS!!!!!

A Musical Interlude

Dr. Clive Mutterfort DGM, MRCOG, MClinPscychol, MFFP, DCH, PhD, GCSE looked up from his colouring book and gestured for me to be seated on the Chesterfield sofa opposite his desk. After 30 minutes or so he packed away his crayons and gave me his full attention.

‘Oh, I’m so sorry, I don’t appear to be relevant to this post; there seems to have been some sort of administrative cock-up.’ He said, rummaging through my medical notes, ‘Oh… hang on a moment…. there is this… it was delivered last week… it’s a meme from some chap called Mr Device, he’s requesting answers to some devilishly difficult questions in reference to your musical memories…. just relax and answer as truthfully as possible…. no need to answer with proper sentences or complicated grammar… just say the first thing that comes into your head.’

I leant back in the sofa, closed my eyes, and prepared myself for unconscious waffle. I heard Dr Mutterfort unscrewing his hip flask before asking, ‘What does music mean to you?

I frowned and concentrated hard. ‘Music can be a better representation of emotion than words… music reaches further than the mind.’

‘Is that all you’ve got to say?’ Asked Dr Mutterfort.

‘Yes, let’s not get too soppy…or philosophical.’

I heard Dr Mutterfort polishing his golf clubs, eating a blueberry muffin from M&S, and ironing a shirt. He was obviously thinking about Freud, but was desperate not to show it.

‘WHAT IS YOUR FIRST MUSIC RELATED MEMORY?’ Shouted Dr Mutterfort in my left ear, taking me completely by surprise.

‘Erm…. Arthur Askey…. And His Silly Little Songs, specifically The Bee Song….

…my mum had a portable record player, which was the size of a small suitcase. The speakers made up the lid and were detachable. It was possible to stack several records on the turntable so that when one had finished there was another ready to drop down to be played. I used to spend hours sitting on the sofa eating Opal Fruits whilst listening to records, Arthur Askey was a favourite along with Peter and the Wolf, Lady and the Tramp, and The Jungle Book.’

There was a long silence and I pondered whether Dr M had left the room.

‘Are you still there, Dr Mutterfort? DR MUTTERFORT????’

‘So sorry, my child, I had cottonwool stuffed in my ears, shall we move on swiftly to the next question….What was the first album you ever purchased yourself?

‘Do I have to say???? Really????? Do I have to??? Okay, well seeing as you asked it was David Essex. I bought it with my birthday money. To be fair I didn’t really like David Essex but my older sister did, and I bought it in an effort to appear grown up. I was 9. The track called ‘Window’ scared the living daylights out of me so as soon as ‘Gonna Make You a Star’ had finished I’d run to the record player and lift the needle to skip it….

….I think it must have been all the screaming at the end that chilled me and I….”

‘Yes, yes, yes… I think we get the idea, can we move on… what is the latest music you purchased?

‘One Strike by All Saints….’

I could hear Dr Mutterfort bopping around the consulting room. It was obvious that he was liking All Saints. Sounding out of breath he flopped back in the seat behind his desk before asking me the final question, ‘What is he very last song you listened to before writing this post?

‘Cake by the Ocean by DNCE…. it’s difficult not to hear this at the moment because it’s officially played on the radio after every ten minutes….

….and it features cake, so what’s not to love?’

I could hear Dr Mutterfort’s eyebrows creak as he raised them, ‘I don’t think it means actual cake.’ He replied.

I sighed, read through the post I’d just written, and wondered what Arthur Askey would have made of DNCE.

If anyone would like to do this Meme then please feel free to do so. Ay-Thang-Yaw.