An Evil Weevil.

The only weevils I have come across in the past have been those little brown numbers that turned up from time to time in the porridge at boarding school.   If we dared complain we were told they were an excellent source of protein and to ‘zip it’.

The red palm weevil is a different kettle of fish.   The wretch is causing havoc and doing in palm trees all over the globe.  The Spanish authorities are very tense on the subject, understandably.  So much so that if you are found harboring said weevil a fine of Euros 500 is summarily issued and, if feasible, deportation would probably follow immediately.

TL, missing his gym class, offered to chop down a half dead palm tree at the villa – and came across the culprit.   Ugly little s**t he is too.

Is there anyone out there who knows more than I do about weevils?   Is it eyeless, as in blind?  Or are those eyes on the end of it’s feelers?

Having photographed it from every angle  I suggested to TL that he now kill it.  Reluctantly agreeing with me, TL wandered off, stroking and crooning to it.

I haven’t dared ask if he carried out the execution or not.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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2nd childhood?

Hola bloggies.

I have had S.A.D. (I think).   Six weeks of gale force winds and rain.   Today, no wind and occasional sunshine.   (Still bloody freezing, but who cares).  The snow drops are blossoming.  Amazing what a bit of light can do -I may survive :-).

I have not precisely wasted the winter.   I painted ( a little).David's trees

It was a commission of sorts. (read ‘gift’ – friend needed trees for an empty wall).

Nothing scares me more than boredom.   Winter in the UK is extremely boring.  So I acquired a doll house – somewhat bashed about, and just a shell, it was donated to the charity shop where I work.  I bought it and undertook to refurbish, then, when complete, will donate it back – and maybe raffle it?

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The ‘refurbishment’ has involved endless hours of fiddly activity.   I have rules.  I must either make everything myself, or find whatever from charity shops – i.e. do not spend real money!

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I have made furniture from bits of wood, foam sponges, scraps of fabric, dominos and small treasures unearthed in charity shops.  I have modeled fruit and veges, baskets and bowls from clay.  I have  created oriental carpets from table mats and coloured them in with koki pens.   I have sewn tiny cushions and painted pictures on them.   I have been extremely lucky and what I couldn’t possibly make myself (the loo, etc.) have simply appeared –  donated!

It’s not finished yet – I am currently attempting to tile the bathroom – and a nightmare it is.  Big mistake – but I shall persevere.  I broke down and bought the little lamps!  They are led lights, intended for reading but work perfectly.   Oh happy day (£2 each :-))  I have unearthed tiny jars and filled them with herbs.  I have made tiny pots and pans.   I think I have lost my mind…..DSCF9670DSCF9671DSCF9494DSCF9664

It is almost done and soon I shall have to part with my toy.

I need little mirrors and can’t find any!   They will turn up.

So.  What next?   Maybe Spain.

 

 

 

 

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DSCF9618Hola Bloggies.

I made a single resolution this year. To ALWAYS have fresh flowers.  I should like to have added that they should be stolen from neighbour’s gardens – but I wouldn’t stick to it.  Not quite mad enough yet and dislike confrontation – don’t have the bottle.  (Give it time – I will get there).

Naturally I have an agenda.   I’m hoping to broadcast this resolution, so that ‘people’ (read TL) will bring me fresh flowers very week.

Otherwise – loads I should be blogging about.  Half problem is am spoiled for choice and unable to make decisions.  Shall I this… or shall I that….?   Unable to make a decision I  move on and blog zilch.   Nuts.

Anyhoo – I’m around and love u.   Seeya. xxx

 

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Happy, happy 2016

Oh my hat, caught on the hop again! They are celebrating New Year in New Zealand and Australia as I write and I never even got around to posting a ‘Merry Christmas’ blog, which I sincerely hope you all had.

My Christmas had everything to do with grandchildren and family and wonderful it was.

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So from all of us, to all of you – have a splendid 2016

 

 

 

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“A Warning”

I visited town a couple of Saturdays ago and was startled to find it over run with elegant ladies of a certain age – all togged out in amazing red hats and purple gear. They didn’t appear to be selling anything, promoting anything, or supporting anything.

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I eventually cornered a couple and asked what it was all about. She told me to google Red Hatters.

And this is what I found.

“A Warning”

When I am an old woman I shall wear purple.
With a red hat that doesn’t go and doesn’t suit me,
and I shall spend my pension
on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals,
And say we’ve no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I am tired,
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells,
And run my stick along the public railings,
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick the flowers in other people’s gardens,
And learn to spit.
You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat,
And eat three pounds of sausages at a go,
Or only bread and pickles for a week,
And hoard pens and pencils and beer mats
And things in boxes.
But now we must have clothes that keep us dry,
And pay our rent and not swear in the street,
And set a good example for the children.
We will have friends to dinner and read the papers.
But maybe I ought to practise a little now?
So people who know me
Are not too shocked and surprised,
When suddenly I am old
and start to wear purple!

Jenny Joseph

The pic is from their website – although I should have taken my own.  Didn’t like to intrude – they were having such a good time.   Red Hatter I spoke to suggested I join.   Said I would fit in.

I took it as a compliment :-).

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Stormy weather

I’m following other bloggers blogs with pure envy. Johannesburg, Florida, Spain – anywhere that the sun shines. Our weather is simply awful and I haven’t set foot in the garden in weeks. Currently we have winds up to 85 miles an hour, according to the weather bureau. My sister, who lives in Florida tells me this is not a storm. It is, according to her, a hurricane. (An hurricane?) In America, anything with winds over 70 m.p.h. is definitely a hurricane. I guess the Brits are terrified of frightening the populace, sending them into a frenzy of evacuation (where could we go I wonder – such a little island) and will continue to play the weather down to keep us all sedated.

Whatever. We continue, with trepidation, to brave falling trees and feed the birds. I am still on my mission to capture every bird that visits and have a few new pics to post.   The wrens are delightful but difficult to spot and almost impossible to photograph.  Little wretches will not sit still.   This isn’t even my photograph – TL managed to snap it when I wasn’t around.   But it qualifies for my list as they are customers.

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Magenpies

(with a nod to Gerald Durrel and My family and Other Animals)

Magpies don’t have a good rep hereabouts. They apparently seek out and dine on baby birds.

As it happens, I love our lot, who are pretty much permanent customers at the  restaurant.

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They squabble and bicker.   I guess tail pulling is equivalent to hair pulling?

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They are not the brightest.   Seem to know they are supposed to take an interest in rodents – but our rats (fortunately now deceased, thanks to rat man) run circles around them.

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But they do try.   This one was trying to work out how to access the hanging bird feeder.   Not a chance – when he finally made the attempt, brought it crashing to the ground.  Very undignified.

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The adult birds have learned to dip chunks of bread into the water in the bird bath before swallowing.   Not so the juveniles, who will almost choke to death on dry bread.   One assumes they will observe their parents and learn in time?

We haven’t a clue what the apples and pears taste like.   The magenpies get there first.

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It’s okay.   They pay their dues in entertainment value.

Seeya.

 

 

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