Winter is coming


Not. It was about 100 degrees yesterday, she’s just being a drama queen. She’s one of those people who look out the window and see rain and clouds and assume they need stockings and a jacket to leave the house.

Not that I’ve ever tried putting stockings on Chicken Little.


Daily Prompt: Make Me Smile

If you’re feeling blah, what is the one thing you do that you can count on to put a smile on your face?

Spend some time with little funny face Chicken Little, she’s a clown. Anyway you can’t be depressed or cranky or upset around her because she picks up on it and it makes her all worried and nervous.

Chicken Little

Daily Prompt: The Luckiest People

Who was the first person you encountered today? Write about him or her.

The first person I encounter every day is Chicken Little. She usually sleeps on the end of my bed and when I wake up she’s usually looking at me. She’s a funny little thing; she knows when she’s tired and puts herself to bed at about 9.30pm and I put a blanket over her and then she doesn’t move until about 6.30am. Even if she sleeps in my daughter’s room she comes in to me at about 5pm and tries to shovel herself under my sheets.

I woke up to find her sitting over me on Friday morning so I picked up my phone to take a photo of her and she did this enormous yawn. Her yawns are always epic – we often wonder how her jaw doesn’t snap. It’s like she has a flip-top head.

I’m pretty sure she thinks I’m the luckiest person alive to be able to see her funny face first thing (and usually last as well) every day.

funny dog

Daily Prompt: Happy Happy Joy Joy

What does “happiness” look like to you?


A couple of months ago we put a few loads of soil around the garden and Chicken Little thought it was one of the best days she’d ever had. There’s a pigs ear out there somewhere – maturing.

for the girl who likes to have a goal

My youngest daughter gave me a fit bit flex for christmas which is really just a fancy pedometer. It was another good idea for me because I like to have a goal (or an obsession), it tracks your steps, activity, calories burned bla bla and this was my log for yesterday.

Take that fancy pedometer – kicked your recommended 10,000 steps arse.


It’s a lot of steps, 10,000, I don’t think many people would get their recommended daily dose. I know I only reach mine because I jog/walk 6 km in the mornings then I make up the rest poking about the garden, washing, shopping and whatever because the rest of the time I’m sitting at a desk. People who get up, go to work and sit at a desk all day then drive home again would be lucky to rack up two or three thousand. I read somewhere that Amish people average 20,000 a day and waitresses do a lot of stepping through their days, most other people not so much.

It’s not a gift for one with obsessive compulsive tendencies though (of which I may possibly be one) because you can become obsessed with reaching that magic 10,000 number. I had a pedometer years ago but had to throw it away because I kept bumping up my daily goal until I was doing 20,000 steps a day and I practically had to walk a half marathon to meet it. I’d be up in the garage skipping before I went to bed or doing jumping jacks every spare minute I had if I was short.

So this one will just be staying put at 10,000.

The good thing about this one is that it tracks your sleep as well and this is my sleep log for last night and it’s been the same every night. I know I sleep badly but I’m not sure if it makes me feel better or worse seeing it plotted on a graph.


So the dark blue is when I was asleep and the light blue when I was tossing and turning. As my husband said – no wonder you’re so cranky and unpleasant in the mornings.

I know it’s just a sort of rough idea because it can’t tell you why you were restless i.e. Chicken Little trying to burrow her head under the sheet or the massive cat fight outside the window at 3am but still, that’s a lousy nights sleep. Also it can’t tell when you’re awake but lying there being still because I know I was awake at 3am because I looked at the clock after the 3am cat brawl and lay there for a while thinking about how I hate those people down the road who don’t lock their cats in at night.

Anyway times a wasting – time for me to get moving.


Over the weekend we had the heaviest rainfall during a 24 hour period in November ever recorded. (We have one of the oldest weather stations in the country here so over 100 years anyway.)

Sunday night it just flogged down all night and we even had to drag the gas heater out again for the night. When I went to bed my 25 litre garden bucket was empty and in the morning it was full. Back to spring today though.

waterOh you can see a little hairy grub there on the left near the bucket. This time every year they invade our place – they’re in the trees across the road at the park I think – even Chicken Little won’t touch them and she eats anything.