Anyone who reads any of my four blogs on Blogspot for the next day or so will see this identical post. After humming and ha-ing for several months Rob and I have decided to open an eBay Shop for our postcards. A lot of people have asked why we haven’t done it before. The simple reason is that we sell small price items and a shop isn’t always viable in that case. As there have been recent changes to charging on ebay accounts for professionals in France we thought we’d give it a go.
If you have a moment could you please have a look and tell me what you think of the colour scheme etc. I know it’s in French, that’s our main market, although we do sell all over the world. Please leave a comment if you have anything to say or a question on any of the cards.
Thanks
Thursday, May 22, 2008
Sunday, May 18, 2008
Down the Tube IV
You may well ask how am I communicating this information to whoever might read it. On the table is a computer which I can use to write. I’ve created calendars and graphs but my writing disappears when I’m asleep so I’m sorry if you’ve read this before. I’m not really sure how much I remember now. Not long after I entered the room I examined the computer for wires etc but found nothing. My access to the computer is restricted, I can’t explore the memory. If I try the lighting becomes uncomfortably bright. I do know that I can write what I like because I’ve experimented with insults gibberish and anything else I could think of to test the system.
Monday, May 12, 2008
More about me
I know I’ve done this elsewhere recently but I got tagged again by Dawtch and she’s a witch so I thought I’d better do something about it. These are 6 more things about me
1. I’ve always had a soft spot for Albrecht Dürer.(sorry it’s the French page but the paintings are what you should be looking at) I discovered that the retired lady who comes for conversation is an admirer of his too. We giggle like school girls at the thought of him. Did you know that people thought that he had a magic paint brush just for painting hair?
2. My granddad is my spirit guide. A few years ago I had an incredible dream about him being pleased to see me. Then about a year ago I followed an exercise to meet my spirit guide – and he was there! I should have known all along. All I have to do now is remember to ask him for help!
3. This is turning into a very spiritual ‘about me’. I can’t pray. I was very concerned about this until I heard Karen Armstrong speaking on the radio. Not being able to pray had caused her problems as a nun – if I remember rightly. Then I understood what was going on with me. However when my dad was dying I prayed - I felt that I was wrapped in a cocoon of blue light and warmth. A long way from gabbling The Lord’s Prayer before going to sleep in case something dreadful happened in the night!
4. I live in La Rochelle and grew up in Worcestershire not far from Worcester. La Rochelle is a town which belonged to Eleanor of Aquitaine, who was Queen of France and then Queen of England. One of her sons, John (Lackland – who lost the crown jewels in the Wash), is buried in Worcester cathedral. I always feel that I’m ‘meant’ to be here because of that coincidence
5. I never expected in a hundred years that I would have a daughter. I cried my eyes out when Dom was born (between her two brothers)
6. I talk to bees and any other insects who will listen and they usually do. This is an excellent method for getting them out of the house; just ask them firmly to go outside (don’t shout at them) and point in the direction of the open window or door. Most creepy crawlies would rather be outside anyway so are happy to oblige. In his book ‘Bring Out The Magic In Your Mind’, Al Koran wrote about Lady Muriel Dowding (founder of Beauty without Cruelty) asking the mice to leave when they infested her home – they did
Here are the rules:
1) Link back to the person who tagged you .
2) Post the rules on your blog.
3) Write six things about yourself.
4) Tag six people at the end of your post by posting links to their blog sites.
5) Let them know they’ve been tagged by leaving a comment on their site.
6) And let your tagger know when your entry is up.
I won’t tag 6 people but if you’re passing and would like to join in, you’re welcome. I’d love to see what you write, so please let me know.
1. I’ve always had a soft spot for Albrecht Dürer.(sorry it’s the French page but the paintings are what you should be looking at) I discovered that the retired lady who comes for conversation is an admirer of his too. We giggle like school girls at the thought of him. Did you know that people thought that he had a magic paint brush just for painting hair?
2. My granddad is my spirit guide. A few years ago I had an incredible dream about him being pleased to see me. Then about a year ago I followed an exercise to meet my spirit guide – and he was there! I should have known all along. All I have to do now is remember to ask him for help!
3. This is turning into a very spiritual ‘about me’. I can’t pray. I was very concerned about this until I heard Karen Armstrong speaking on the radio. Not being able to pray had caused her problems as a nun – if I remember rightly. Then I understood what was going on with me. However when my dad was dying I prayed - I felt that I was wrapped in a cocoon of blue light and warmth. A long way from gabbling The Lord’s Prayer before going to sleep in case something dreadful happened in the night!
4. I live in La Rochelle and grew up in Worcestershire not far from Worcester. La Rochelle is a town which belonged to Eleanor of Aquitaine, who was Queen of France and then Queen of England. One of her sons, John (Lackland – who lost the crown jewels in the Wash), is buried in Worcester cathedral. I always feel that I’m ‘meant’ to be here because of that coincidence
5. I never expected in a hundred years that I would have a daughter. I cried my eyes out when Dom was born (between her two brothers)
6. I talk to bees and any other insects who will listen and they usually do. This is an excellent method for getting them out of the house; just ask them firmly to go outside (don’t shout at them) and point in the direction of the open window or door. Most creepy crawlies would rather be outside anyway so are happy to oblige. In his book ‘Bring Out The Magic In Your Mind’, Al Koran wrote about Lady Muriel Dowding (founder of Beauty without Cruelty) asking the mice to leave when they infested her home – they did
Here are the rules:
1) Link back to the person who tagged you .
2) Post the rules on your blog.
3) Write six things about yourself.
4) Tag six people at the end of your post by posting links to their blog sites.
5) Let them know they’ve been tagged by leaving a comment on their site.
6) And let your tagger know when your entry is up.
I won’t tag 6 people but if you’re passing and would like to join in, you’re welcome. I’d love to see what you write, so please let me know.
Saturday, May 3, 2008
Not as easy as it looks
Doris invented or revived , I’m not sure which, a little writing game. The idea is to take a book and turn to page 123. Write down the first and last sentences on that page and join them up with some prose of your own. It is not as easy as it looks and I tried two books before I was satisfied; I am a lazy writer! Okay, page 123 of ‘The Impressionist by Hari Kunzru as doctored by me. I’m very sorry Mr. Kunzru to have massacred a page of your book...
He first noticed her taking a tricky ditch as a guest or the Peshawar Vale Hounds. He was immediately smitten by her ability to handle her mount under such difficult conditions. She was obviously a no nonsense woman, one who would make an ideal wife. She’d be the type of woman able to run the ship at home while he was off on duty in the far flung reaches of the Indian Empire. One needed a reliable wife to keep the servants from helping themselves to the precious stocks of gin. The problem was how to hook her and reel her in. He fancied his chances but didn’t like the idea of risking a refusal. He had to plan carefully and as luck would have it a dinner organised by the Viceroy during the following month opened up the ideal opportunity and moment… He had chosen for his ground the swing chair in the rear veranda of the Abbottabad club, which gave a commanding view over a suitably romantic mountain vista and afforded at least two lines of retreat in the shape of the garden and the billiard room.
If you'd like to take up the challenge let me know I'd love to see the results.
He first noticed her taking a tricky ditch as a guest or the Peshawar Vale Hounds. He was immediately smitten by her ability to handle her mount under such difficult conditions. She was obviously a no nonsense woman, one who would make an ideal wife. She’d be the type of woman able to run the ship at home while he was off on duty in the far flung reaches of the Indian Empire. One needed a reliable wife to keep the servants from helping themselves to the precious stocks of gin. The problem was how to hook her and reel her in. He fancied his chances but didn’t like the idea of risking a refusal. He had to plan carefully and as luck would have it a dinner organised by the Viceroy during the following month opened up the ideal opportunity and moment… He had chosen for his ground the swing chair in the rear veranda of the Abbottabad club, which gave a commanding view over a suitably romantic mountain vista and afforded at least two lines of retreat in the shape of the garden and the billiard room.
If you'd like to take up the challenge let me know I'd love to see the results.
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