Happy happy

Be happy little one on your special day.

Christmas tune number 1.

My girls decided this is a Christmas song...who am I to argue.

Stirring

Making Christmas pudding (plum duff) is an old family tradition, it goes back now about 8 years......well traditions have to start sometime don't they?

My kind of woman

Perhaps it's because I was brought up by and around strong women, perhaps it's because I'm a father of 3 amazing little girls, but for whatever reason I have nothing but admiration for the way in which Theresa May has comported herself in the last two years of tortuous Brexit negotiations. Belittled and sneered at by Euro pygmies and betrayed by so called male colleagues she is still battling on regardless and I thank her. The deal may be a pile of crap but its the only deal in town and she has tried to make the best of a terrible situation. All the childish make believe nonsense of no deal being better or she has been weak in negotiations just don't wash.....show me the man who could have done better. So everybody should just shut up and buckle down to the task in hand which is working together to make this deal work for us all, I know I am.

pay attention

With Brexit reaching boiling point here some hardcore brexiteers are saying sooner a Corbyn labour/socialist govt sooner than take the deal on offer......be careful what you wish for.

style

This guitar finish is not normally something I'd have warmed to but with the last two and a half years Brexit nonsense driving me crackers I've started becoming more English/British than ever. I shall put it on my ever increasing list of guitar wants.

Girls will be ghouls.

Little girls do love to dress up...….mine manage to combine their two loves, dress up and The Ramones.

Deeside

I went for an early walk this morning along the river Dee in Chester with the family,our destination a breakfast in a neat little riverside café. Passing by the weir I noticed a rather forlorn Herron waiting for an opportunity to snaffle its breakfast....good luck birdie.

scrumpy

A rare sunny autumn day today so I made myself busy outside and tried to catch up on winterising various buildings, I did take 30 minutes though to pick a load of remaining apples before the birds and storms get at them. So its apple pie, crumble, juice and apple butter over the next few weeks....I do like apples!

Brushing up

The wind whips straight across my fields from the Irish sea and I do mean whip. As a result the back of the house takes a real hammering and the useless waterproof paint I use nowadays (thanks EU....water based outdoor paint....bollocks!) only lasts a couple of years and so this week in what maybe our last glimpse of the sun I got out my 'big' brush and got busy......ahhhh the joys of home ownership.

Trumpy

My man Donald seems to be going from strength to strength...….it's good to be king, well president anyway!

1-2-3-4!

My little girls are at it again......better at it than me when I was earning my living as a muso.

Closing up shop

We tend to have a decent September and I've gotten used to getting the maximum from it in finishing off the years heavy jobs. This year the weather has already taken a turn for the worse and so today was the last sawing of the year.We managed to cut a few 2.1 mtr cills and when tooled up we might just get to fit them in the following weeks......God willing.

All gone

For the first time today (if only for a few hours) all my children were at school and the house empty...quite peculiar. My eldest started grammar school, a privilege denied so many kids today because of the mindless hate of the grammar system endemic in the labour party (a few Tories too). For me like so many working class kids of my generation the grammar system opened up the world to us and afterwards many went on to great things but now....one size fits all and unless you have money you are pretty much toast......don't you just love ideologically driven politicians?