More Corners UPDATED!

classy and chic

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I adore this chair and know the room !

I love this look

you can smell the heat!

window and blind envy

I want the little blue and white vase

I so want this bathroom

white accessories... not in my home lol

a birds eye view! hows that?

I have the same ceiling in the front room

needs a book by the bog me thinks

I need more house plants

ive always wanted a porch

kitch and sweet

I used to co own candlesticks similar

I adore that chair!

a mans desk!

symmetry !

comfy cosy

another sewing machine !

handsome

reminds me of my lane kitchen window

complete with real tea!

I am loving the candle feature

derby and joan

pressed glass! beautiful

wishful thinking?

dogs and fires!

I love this little oasis

beautiful

classy

this shrieks of the owner

Blanche du Bois?

sun shining through shades I love it

I want this chair

I wish I was this organised

all to hand

yellow walls seem to be popular!

Keep them coming...a fascinating set of views!

Send to jgsheffield@hotmail.com

the zombie apocalypse 

the old west!

a loom? wow

the windows are like painings

I just knew who sent this

I love white shelves

arty!

back garden greenery, I love it

lord of the rings

well done !

nice the chairs are not facing a tv

dynasty!

tales of the city

love the colourful yarns

home!

Your "Corners" come in

A trickle of photos have started to come in, illustrating your comfort corners...areas of your home that perhaps provide peace, relaxation, comfort and happiness...

here are a few. I have omitted the reasons why they are your fav until I pick the winner!

Keep em coming send to jgsheffield@hotmail.com

My Corner

It's a natural human condition to be fascinated in other people's houses.
I have known people that "pretend" to be interested in buying a home just in order to have a good "nose around", having said that, most estate agents provide a full portfolio of internal shots of a property that ticks that need box very well
I know when a blogger I follow photographs a dog looking cute in their living room, it is the living room in the background that gets most scrutiny by me ( its amazing just how much you can see when you can zoom in to a photo with an ipad!)
Isn't that a normal obsession? and not just a middle age gay one?
answers on a postcard please...

and so I'm setting another competition.
Not one as comprehensive as the postcard challenge ( I am still considering what to do with the 600 or so cards I received earlier in the year) but this one everyone can take part in with the use a brief attachment via email.

So Please Send me a photo of your favourite part of your house with a small accompanying paragraph saying why you love it so much? It may be an office area like mine, or a hideaway bedroom or a favourite arbour in the garden...anything you like
just send me your "place" in an attachment via email to jgsheffield@hotmail.com

The above photo is a snap of  my "office" corner in my new kitchen
Here I  plan my future.
Here I listen to the radio with a coffee and my blog most mornings
Here I practise my choir songs with the CD provided by choirmaster Jaimie (now without his 1940s moustache 🙁)
Here George spends most of his poorly days cooling his tummy on the lino beneath my John Lewis table.

The best

My Anna Madrigal

I think all of us have our very own Anna Madrigal, especially when we have played at being our own Mary Ann Singleton  in The Tales of [ our very own ] City 

My " Mrs Madrigal " is a man ....a wisecracking, verbose and delightfully arch man of a certain well kept age who has the hips of a snake, and the tongue of Eve Arden

We have been friends for two decades and I love him deeply.

I needed him today, and with a gap of a hundred and three miles, our own busy lives and a serious illness between us he rang me on spec with a sassy diatribe, some common sense  and a warmth that almost made me weep.

Thank you for today bel-ami, your timing was impeccable !!!!
I love you man x

Fur Babies

I haven't been sleeping well.
Now most mornings I am awake around 4 am.
Thats why I'm presently on my second flat white in an hour.
This morning I witnessed something quite wonderful in those bleak hours just before dawn. Sat in the window seat with Mary ( and Albert) and a large builder's tea we watched a badger sow with two tiny cubs root excitedly around the garden
The cubs were particulary interested in one of Winnie's turds which they chomped on as though it was chocolate and their squeals and grunts made Mary shiver in excitement which necessitated me to clamp her jaws together save she should bark.
The cubs looked a little like baby pandas
We watched them for a good 40 minutes before the sky in the east started to brighten .

Choir tonight

Game

I've never really watched or have been a fan of Games Of Thrones 
But the build up to the climactic battle at Winterfell made for an interesting watch tonight and was a fair substitute to zombie Mondays .
I say this especially as the statuesque Valkyrie Brianne of Tarth was unexpectedly made a knight in an incredibly moving scene before the whitewalkers arrive
I cried buckets as she bent the knee

Spring

I've replaced a blog about sex with one about spring cleaning
Same subject really
The cottage has its first valuation tomorrow

Garden Flowers @ Easter

Aquilegia, jew's Mallow, bluebells and whitebells all from my garden

Easter Sunday

Easter Sunday was never one of my favourite days .

Even though we had lots of eggs as a child, the day was centred around a quiet day at home The Greatest Story Ever Told on the television and long stretches of tedious boredom.

Today I am gardening in the blissful bird song filled village sunshine without any accompanying noise from next door's  JCB.

Much later I'm going to a family barbecue

A few years ago today I was caught in my front garden in my PJs by Pippa from the old Rectory.

I was hiding a golden foil cover chocolate rabbit and a selection of eggs in the borders and in cracks in the old stone wall that surrounds the tiny patch of grass that pretends to be a lawn.

I was having fun as I was playing egg hunt not for myself, and indeed not for any child in the village but it was for my 70 year old mother in law who would later join in with the fun dressed in a fleece dressing gown and fluffy slippers!

funny what you remember eh?

Never Steal A Cat's meatball

I went out for lunch with some friends then to an afternoon showing of  Tennesee Williams' Orpheus Descending. Afterwards I bought each of the animals a Swedish meatball from the garage shop as a treat.
Winnie got all hysterical over the  " prize giving" and in her jealous excitement knocked Albert off his feet ,  stealing his ball from right out of his mouth.
The cat lost it BIG time.
Claws were brought into play and the big girl had to leg it, quicksticks as Albert wailed his best wail then effectively  boxed the living shit out of her

This photo was taken ten minutes later

Turn It Down!!!!!!!

The man who bought the plot of land behind the cottage a year or so ago has started to level the mess with a JCB digger yesterday. At 8.30 am another Helper was blasting out loud music from the open door of his van.
Bank holiday weekend and the tranquility of the lane has been compromised without even a knock on the door to warn us all it was happening.
I haven't a hangover this morning, but I was livid at the rudeness shown , so I marched out in my pyjama bottoms and fourth best Walking Dead T shirt and in my best Maggie Smith bellow told them to turn the music down.
I have no real problem with the work, I just cannot abide thoughtlessness.

Has anyone got a noisy neighbour story out there?
Bet you have

Good Friday

I treated myself to a butter chicken curry for tea.
Winnie ate most of the prawn crackers, she loves how they dissolve in her giant gin trap mouth.
Like my print of the sea Pinks on the dunes these little treats are so much better than say an expensive weekend away in Paris
And oh so cheaper....

I spent an hour and a half on the phone with my coolly objective friend Nige tonight which gave me some perspective and the walk around Trelawnyd with Mary that followed saw the village strangely busy with late evening promenaders enjoying the balmy evening.
Mrs Trellis had been sorting the church's Easter Flowers, Trendy Carol in another  light spring outfit and Stan the man doing a bit of late dusk gardening. All had a chat today, as Hattie did from the choir, She looked pale after a recent illness and I reminded her to call me if she needed something.
She's quite a Beautiful young woman

I'm now drinking lots of  gin and have put on a classic DVD.
Good Friday? .......naw....

Sea Pinks On The Dunes

Risk Assessment

Mary looking uncharactistically worried

The other night I toppled out of my crocs like an semi fluid hundredweight of cement flowing unchecked out of a wheelbarrow.
Unfortunately I was peering over my field wall at the time and fell about five feet through a small gooseberry bush.
My crocs had the good sense to remain side by side on the top of the old wall
Apart from bashing my face in a hundred cuts, I did rip my third best Walking Dead T shirt and also knocked the arm from my best pair of reading glasses ( the 7£ ones from Asda!!!!)
Luckily no one saw my fall from grace though I am sure neighbour Mandy came to her bedroom window when she heard me swear" Fuckity fuck fuck" as I limped for the gate

My dyspraxia isn't getting any worse.
It's been with me since birth, it's just that I think I have a different centre of gravity than I used to have and my eyesight is more questionable so I am banging my head and rolling forward like a short sighted wombat more regularly.

I invested in a new pair of crocs this morning
Luminous green!
I can now see my feet in the dark

"Oh Sing To Me Of Some Bright Heaven"

We sang this lovely song by Brendan Tafafe at choir last night .
I am so glad I made the effort to go before work
It reminded me of all of the heartfelt offers of practical help passed on to me via the blog and in private since my somewhat down post of Sunday
It's therefore my thank you.

" If here on Earth you have the fortune,
To spend your day in company dear
The ground you walk is gilt with blessings
Sing one sweet chord for all to hear"