Friday, January 30, 2015

Reading books

Robin Tidwell  published a blog today entitled Fan Friday – ReadingBooks

She starts off by saying that adults read far less books than what they used to, which is quite true. Whenever I’m on the train or bus, I watch people, and very few of them read books.

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Then and now




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Thursday, January 29, 2015

Who runs the show?

The  bed needs to be made, but Charlotte is still resting. 
Would you bother her?

Lazy bones Holly is not exaclty an early bird either.

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Tuesday, January 27, 2015

Does vinegar and baking soda really work

The internet is full of articles singing the praises of vinegar and baking soda as natural cleaners. While I’m not exactly a neat freak, I do get bitten by the cleaning bug from time to time and at such a time I tackle a particular project.

Last week it was the refrigerator, this week it was the stove. The stove top gets cleaned every time after cooking, but the bottom half often gets ignored. As is the oven, the oven glass and the warming tray. 

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Authors - Marketing

There’s a new type of business popping up … swindling self-published authors out of their money.

If there’s one thing self-published authors want, but know very little about, it’s promoting their work. They know about Twitter and Facebook, but beyond that … it’s anyone’s guess.

So, a number of a number of enterprising opportunists are all too willing to help – for a fee of course. They set up a website or a blog even, promising self-published authors to promote their book. They dazzle them with the amount of subscribers, promising self-published authors to feature their work and then watch the dollars come rolling in.

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Friday, January 23, 2015

Can cats remember?

For those who ever wondered if cats have a memory, let me assure you … they do.

A couple of days ago I played ball with Holly. I threw the ball, Holly went in hot pursuit, due to the fluff under her feet her brakes failed, she skidded, and slammed into the wall.

Not to worry, short of appearing a little dazed, Holly was fine, but now she doesn’t want to play ball anymore. I’ve tried, a few times, and she looks at the ball with a face that says … you’ve got to be kidding. She might just be traumatised for the rest of her life.

Wednesday, January 21, 2015

Ping Pong

A few days ago I wrote about bigballs vs. little balls  and ended with the promise that I would report back on the ping pong situation.

Last night we took a crack at it and … well, it didn’t exactly go well. For a second there I wasn’t clear whether we played ping pong or racquetball.
Seriously, both being novices at the game, the ball went all over the place, bouncing on the floor, ricocheting off the walls and even taking a swipe at the chandelier.