A day in the life of my feet

My feet are so busy. My toenails need painting!

If you lost lots of weight

What kind of weight - emotionally scarring weight, years of abuse weight, anorexia/bulmia weight, hardly able to walk weight, steroids weight, painkillers weight, only eating 600 calories a day weight, feeling dead inside weight, stillborn baby weight, constant pain weight, society's dictate weight, crumbling bones weight, lack of calcium weight, wait and see weight? Wait a minute.

Random

Goodness me....I've sold three prints! Facebook rocks!

Leon Liddament RiP

Another dear friend who drifted in and out of my life: Leon Liddament, died peacefully aged 67 after a long struggle with lung cancer at his North Norfolk home. His work was known around the world and he had been invited to display at next month's Norwich Castle Museum's Art in Faith exhibition.

From a studio in Walsingham, where he had worked since 1966, he had followed the tradition of iconography using certain colours, techniques and materials, many dating from the times of the Ancient Egyptians. After British Railways closed Little Walsingham Station in 1964, it became an orthodox chapel. Its priest, Father David, who was a iconographer, passed on his skill to Leon, who had only planned to stay for a month - he stayed in Walsingham for the rest of his life.

Together, they also painted a large icon, the Mother of God of Walsingham, which hangs in the Roman Catholic Shrine at Walsingham. Many of his icons are in the United States and also in a number of Anglican churches in England.

A keen musician, who had played in military bands, he played the flute and clarinet and mouth-organ. His parents died about 20 years ago and he leaves an extended family of cousins and his life-long partner Silvie.

The Liturgy was at St Seraphim's Chapel, Little Walsingham on Thursday 9 September, his funeral service at the Church of Holy Transfiguration, Great Walsingham, then Leon was buried at St Peter's Church.

Random

Orange
Jess's flowers still blooming
Tattoo healing nicely
What the crocodile hat is that?

I have found a great positive to reaching 60 - I am no longer thought of as neurotic, I am now eccentric!

Pussy power!

No spiders spin
No butterflies
No birds to sing
No wasps to sting

No chorus at dawn
Nor at evensong
Since Chevvie and Wimble
Have come along

'Look out! Look out!'
Hoots the owl
'Watch out! Watch out!
They are on the prowl
Hurry home to your nests
Choose another garden for rest
For since those tabbies have arrived
Not many of us have survived'

'We heard a tale'
Said the bumble bees
'Of a time when the garden was safe
With Sia and Mese
Who used to sit and watch the frogs
Not gobble them down whilst sitting on logs
And Muddle who every now and then
Would partake of pigeon breast or hen
And quietly move from house to house
In search of a ratling or a mouse'

All is gone. All is dead
The wrens, the robins they lost their heads

Chevvie and Wimble can you try
To let things hop and let things fly
Not chomp and gnash and crunch and chew
This is the end of this tale toodle-oo

Home is where the dog, cat and sofa is

Whatever it is I didn't do it
This is a magic sofa
I left the room and came back in and a new sofa
The cat-thing is allowed on the sofa but I am not

MRI

Hurrah. I've won the battle to be seen at Cromer Hospital instead of the Norfolk & Norwich University Hospital.
Even better is I am having an MRI at 6.05pm on 10 September!
I say even better however there is nothing like being enclosed in a small tunnel with a mask over my face whilst dustbin lids and the percussion part of an orchestra plays for half-an-hour.
Also as I have now have a tattoo my leg is likely to burst into flames! (in their words 'localised heating')
I wonder how many more MRIs I will have to have before they realise the squidgy thing in my skull is my brain.
Oh jolly dee!

Daantje goes home

The best birthday present for Papa Ouwersloot

My birthday presence

One was the bestest surprise
One brought tears to my eyes
One two hearts I love
One to fly from above
One to capture time
All all friends of mine