Minnie’s Musings
Random ramblings of a middle aged, middle class, middle income woman
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Came down, down, down in rushing, rising rivlets. About 10 days too late to rescue some of my pots, which I had been carefully nursing back to life. I am waiting for the soothing effect of a change in the weather to permeate through the house so the task I have set myself is not…
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The washing, that is. Rather a lot of it. Taking advantage of the last of the heat wave you have been experiencing in Blighty. My youngest, hitherto known as WhizzKid, deep cleaned the kitchen before we got home. It was indeed extremely tidy and clean when we got back. I know that the clean was…
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I am all for due diligence when it comes to checking up on those who are claiming benefits. And I am all for timely reviews of benefits so they remain fit for purpose. This is how the system is kept in check, theoretically. His Nibs is migrating from ESA to Universal Credit. His Nibs is…
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Staring beadily at Dover Castle and its position relative to the ferry window strut, attempting to ascertain whether we are stationary or just moving extremely slowly. Given that The Channel is doing a fair impression of Piccadilly in the rush hour today, we may be experiencing the nautical equivalent of being stacked over London (with…
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Nothing like a car ferry queue for rampant judgement or mindless staring at fellow passengers (if I am being charitable). I have sacrificed myself on the alter of others entertainment by attempting to change into my plimsoles only to see my right sock flutter off in the direction of Calais. In my bare feet I…
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Passport control with a boot check. How reassuring! Best Beloved leapt out to do the honours. So scanty was said boot check that the not particularly handsome young Frenchman in tres smart uniform barely took time to admire my packing. We are queuing behind a young biker who – on the third security stop –…
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If one had the energy (which one did not) one would have posted the following last night. THANK GOD for McDonald’s. We are forever blessed. There is nothing like the sight of the twin Golden Arches gleaming at you on the side of an A road to bring relief to the tired and the hungry.…
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Tea. Or rather mugs. They are an issue. Particularly across the Channel. This morning – as promised – I shall turn my attention to the size of the European cup. It just won’t do. Teeny, weeny, two sips and it’s gone territory. So I have taken to making myself two cups in the hope that…
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So clearly I struggle to learn from lessons past… Repeat after me: Though shalt not congratulate thyself on not falling off thy bicycle, until thy bicycle has been safely returned and thy deposit retrieved. To do otherwise is to ask for trouble. Try as I might I cannot blame either my Best Beloved or His…
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Namely windmills and Edam. Apparently we could also have visited a clog makers but we didn’t. So after visiting an extremely picture-sque (my mother always pronounced it thus) set of windmills north of Amsterdam, took a tiny ferry across a zee and saved our pennies with sandwiches we decamped for Edam where they make the…
Minnie’s Musings 