How to get past...

thirteen?  

My followers are stuck on twelve; is it because no one wants to be thirteen, I idly ask myself? Or is is because no one is sufficiently interested to follow?  Are you  just happy to pop in to have a look now and then?  To be honest I love doing this and enjoy the thought when it occurs to write about what to most is old tosh.  It gives me pleasure and that is after all what this is all about.

Today has been like the curate’s egg... good in parts.  Cooking mainly for friends coming for a braii on the beach (just wished they had wanted to come last week!)  It is freezing here this!

The man went off to choir this morning while I went up to the 
farmer’s market to buy supplies for tomorrow.  I wouldn’t mind, but we are not huge meat eaters.  My fridge is groaning under the weight of food.  All I really enjoy of barbecues is the salads and vegetable kebabs. It takes all sorts I suppose, and the craic will be good, lots of leg pulling and general banter.  I so love a party, mine especially.  How sad is that?  Added to which with the building work underway, there is no real need to dust!  Now I call that a result.