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Time 
This week spent in Lancashire has been really relaxing, the sun shone the birds sang and people up here have all had time to be polite and pass the time of day with me. Time is such a strange commodity, sometimes the hours and minutes just crawl by and other times you can seem to blink and miss a whole chunk of it. I had mentally made a list of places to go and people to see and I don't seem to have achieved it all. Having said that I have achieved other things that weren't on the list at all. I could have really done with either a time machine this week or simply another week! The other sad thing about time is that it seems to cost so much these days to just simply sit and do nothing. Car parking, reading the newspaper and having a coffee don't come free! We hit british summertime this weekend and some bright sparks come out with the old pearl 'Ohh the days are getting longer.' NO they aren't there are still only 24 hours to each one!

:asd:

I detect the grumpy old woman mode coming on so I will wind down go have breakfast and chase another day!

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Lancashire and the old days. 
Well after an uneventful journey up here yesterday I am now in Lancashire. I've lived in Sussex for over thirty years now and visit Lancashire three or four times a year, sometimes more! I always enjoy visiting the old familiar 'haunts' and taking a trip down but memory lane. But something definitely happens with age, as I was motoring north yesterday and caught my first glimpse of Rivington pike and ‘them there hills’, as we jokingly referred to them in my youth, I’ll swear there was a tear in my eye. As we age I’m sure we get more nostalgic and the past is always viewed through rose tinted specs. I can remember my Dad waxing lyrical about the old country and I in my youth used to think ‘barmy old codger’. He used to sit for hours listening to songs about forty shades of green and his poor auld Mammy whilst reading Ireland’s Own magazine. Now I spend many a happy hour listening to Joe Fish country on Radio Lancashire via the internet and buying music by the Houghton Weavers, Fivepenny Piece and new stars like Kate Rushby who sings with a lovely northern accent, albeit Yorkshire! I also find myself saying things like ‘Ohhh the nights are drawing in’ and ‘kids today don’t know their born’. I even listen to Terry Wogan and can relate to the ‘TOGS’ emails. Yes I reckon somewhere deep in the grey matter is a small pea sized node called the reminiscence gland which becomes activated as our hair turns grey and the knees ‘give out’.

Well I’m off with my camera today to Worden Park in Leyland and I’ll take some snaps of the Daffs, hopefully in the sunshine. I’ll probably end up sat on a park bench remembering school cross country runs through there in my youth. No wonder my knees are creaky!

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Busy  
Isn't technology amazing - now I've got a whole range of 'little folk' to add to my blogs and I can upload galleries of photos. I'm off to Lancs on Tuesday so watch this space Leyland Park should be full of Daffs and spring flowers. I've also been busy this week tidying up my short stories to add - must dash!

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Garden Centres 
As today was still spring like I'm still busy planning what I'm going to do with the garden this year, so it was a visit to a garden centre that was on today’s agenda. A very slow drive with the rest of West Sussex over towards Brighton race course took us to one, where we found plenty of Mother’s day gifts, Easter bunnies, obscure sauces, pickles and a book department covering everything from alternative remedies to mythology but no cold frames which is what I was really looking for. No we are not supposed to buy cold frames any more, just ‘plug plants’ or better still polystyrene packed ready nurtured plants. I will hand it to them they were selling plastic greenhouses but they weren’t big enough to swing a cat in. I have memories of my Dad ‘hiding’ in his greenhouse for hours puffing on his pipe. He would have asphyxiated inside five minutes in the models we saw today. I'll keep looking for the cold frame and resist the urge to be wowed by the ready nurtured plants.

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Technology 
I now know how to add pictures to my blog (I think). My other half in his wisdom has decided to install the latest version of this blogging software which has more features which means there is now even more to get my poor old grey matter round! Just when I think I have got to grips with something I'm sure him in the loft gets some sort of evil pleasure from confusing me even more, which I admit is not hard! I really haven't got much time to wibble tonight I have to work out how to make thumbnails of pictures I want to include and how to add emoticons. Does anyone know what fried brains smells like?

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