Monthly Archives: June 2013

the list

the list

Sunday is menu planning day.  It makes the rest of the week so much easier and I feel good as if I have ticked off a task but don’t feel as if I have actually done any work. Menu planning means: no more staring at the fridge or pantry wondering what to eat and serving ... Read More
 
win win

win win

This all has to go.  Some of it already has and much of it is already earmarked but that still leaves a lot of stuff.  Do we sell or donate?  This is a hypothetical question because we have already decided but with this much to dispose of it was a substantial dilemma. My gut (whose ... Read More
 
moving the mindset

moving the mindset

With thanks to www.mindset.ws for the excellent diagram above. It’s moved, really quite substantially.  Not my mind (though it shudders and shakes on a regular basis as I try to dredge up some vital piece of information such as the preterite tense of ir, I remembered eventually it’s fui, fuiste etc.) but my mindset.  My ... Read More
 
deuce

deuce

I’m still on paper week.  I have a morning routine that, acts of God and teenagers notwithstanding, I stick to like burrs to a dog.  Get up, dress, drink large mug of black tea and large glass of pink grapefruit juice. Take Singers to station for school. Return home and have second mug of black ... Read More
 
the pantry

the pantry

It wasn’t as hard as I had expected.  I am in the groove now.  I still have to locate the  out of date anchovies that my husband has turned into paste.  I know him too well.  He will convert something we have not used into something else we will not use and eventually I will ... Read More
 
refuse

refuse

Removing things we neither need nor want is, to all intents and purposes, shutting the door after the first horse has bolted.  The first step is to stop those things getting in the house in the first place.  The first R in Bea Johnson’s mantra is Refuse. What can I refuse to let into my ... Read More
 
liberation in glasgow

liberation in glasgow

Glasgow is a wonderful city. It holds a special place in my heart because it is the town to which I moved to get married (we were actually married in Inverness, another city which has wormed deep into my heart) but even without the emotional attachment it is a city with a life, an edge, ... Read More