Farmer Ted lectures on sheep
I just did 550 words on a lead medallion I have in my collection. I did a write up for the Numismatic Society Facebook page a while ago and thought I’d expand it a bit for the blog. As usual, I thought this was simpler than starting from scratch, and as usual, I was wrong. When I finished and went to the folder for my photos, I found I didn’t have any. Not sure what I’ve done with them. As usual, I have also put the medallion in a box, and it will take me ages to find. Not all is lost though, my brain has had some exercise.
The dream is that one day I will be able to go straight to the appropriate box and find the medallion in minutes. Reality is still a little way off that ideal.
Narcissi, but I expect you knew that
I’ve been told off (gently) by Julia for becoming a recluse and sitting in my office/study/den/man cave all day. It’s quite an indeterminate room at the moment – not really productive or organised for an office, not studious enough for a study and not personal or decorated enough for either of the other two. Another that comes to mind is writing space, you often see that. But mostly I spend the time sighing and staring into space, so there’s not a lot of writing going on. It’s not the spare bedroom, because we already have one of those, so it must be the box room. Small pokey and full of boxes – yes, that sounds right. Life was so much simpler when I had no choices and worked in the dining room.
Primroses at Wilford, Notts
I’ve just been charging batteries, ready for a trip out. There was a moment of panic when I couldn’t get any of them to fit back in the camera, but that turned out to be a problem with my brain rather than the batteries. I convinced myself they fitted one way, when they actually fit the other way round. Senior moment or the beginning of a terminal decline? At one point I worried I had broken something in the battery bay. We did that with an expensive camera once and ended up having to replace it. Fortunately this is not the case here.
We are off out soon, as part of my non-recluse policy. It could be a great adventure. Or it could be an anti-climax.
This is the bookshop at Brierlow Bar before they finally ruined it
Photos are a random springtime selection.
We almost went to the council dump today for our outing, but it was deemed too exciting, so we left for another time. I hope that your outing is rewarding.
I think we managed to control our levels of excitement. Julia seemed totally unexcited most of the trip, and even I found that thousands of acres of flat, empty fields was not as thrilling as I had anticipated.
I can see that that might well have been true for me too if I had been accompanying you.
🙂
I hope you can find your medallion, Simon!
I agree, getting out and about from time to time can help shake up the mind and stimulate creativity.
It’s here somewhere . . . 🙂
Getting out will help clear the thinking, especially if it’s a nice day.
It was a nice day. 🙂
You know I’m practically salivating ready to give advice how to set up the storage areas….
🙂 I just don’t have the knack of tidying, I just exchange one pile of mayhem for a (hopefully) smaller pile of mayhem. I envy you for being tidy, I admire you for it, but I won’t be letting you anywhere near my carefully curated collection of chaos. 🙂
😉
A little disorientation comes with new territory
🙂 Certainly does!