It's moving time!

So we're off!

I'd love it if you came with me.  Pumpkin and Piglet has been a wonderful home for the past (nearly!) year but it's on to pastures new.  Thank you to those who have joined me on the way, I've made some lovely friends and had a great time.  

So, everybody got everything?

Then let's go to Fishfingers for tea!

See you on the other side :-)

Changes and a new blog.

Just a very quick post to let you know that there will be a few changes over the next couple of days.  I will be shipping Pumpkin and Piglet to a new blog, with a new name!

As much as I love Pumpkin and Piglet, the name hasn't sat very well with me for a while now.  Though it is Miss P and I, it has felt too restrictive, as if I should only limit myself to certain subjects.  

I've imported most of the posts over there already and over the next few days I will finish tinkering with it and then we'll be ready to move in properly! It kind of feels like we're camping out at the moment, our things are there but not in the right place.  There will also be a new Facebook page and I will probably change my twitter name to match as well.  I'll let everyone know when the change has happened.

I hope you will be able to come with us! 

Living by lists.

I live my life by lists and I'm sure I'm not the only one.  I get a lot of satisfaction from crossing things off, though I have to admit that sometimes I cheat.  On a day where Twitter has proved more alluring than the laundry pile I occasionally write something on there that I've already done, just so I can cross it off.

I have to-do lists, must-do lists, should-do lists, would like to-do lists and Help! I should have done this 2 weeks ago lists.  In an ideal world lists, lusted after object lists, blogging lists, work lists, they go on and on.  Some are written down neatly in one of my many notebooks, some are scrawled on the back of an envelope (usually the shopping list!) and some are stored in my head.  

This may be a completely boring post to some people but for those of you who, like me have a love of lists and are basically quite nosy, here's a little snapshot of some of the things on my must, should and would like to do lists this week.

• Sort out the garden.  I've had to re-pot the tomato seedlings already, before their time I think but they weren't happy in their little start off tray.  I don't hold out much hope for them but they may surprise me yet.  I also need to sort out a space for the dustbin I'll be growing potatoes in.  They are chitting away nicely so it won't be long until they're ready.  
• Miss P proof the hallway! Now that she has learnt how to open the stair gate in the living room (!!!), we've had to buy more to block off the stairs and the kitchen.  It will give her more room to play as well but before I can let her loose out there I'm going to have to move things that may prove just a little bit too tempting!
• Bring The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society to the top of the reading pile next to my bed. It comes highly recommended by both my Mum and a very good bloggy friend so I'm looking forward to it.  It will probably still take me a while to get round to reading it though, considering it takes me most of the week to get through the weekend papers due to my tendency to fall asleep half way through a sentence!
• Buy a couple of tickets for Mum and I for the Ladies Pamper Night at the village hall next month! Not the normal choice for a night out for either of us but it's all in a good cause to raise money for the village's First Responders (who support paramedics and are often first on the scene) and you never know, it may be a giggle!

So, there you have it.  A glimpse into my glamorous to-do list for this week.  How about you? What should you be doing?

Silent Sunday - Life in unexpected places.

Space

Sometimes, just sometimes, I crave space.

Wide open spaces where I can shout and scream and laugh and run and just...

Breathe,

Be,

For 5 minutes.

So I can let it all out.

All of the frustration and tension that builds up.

So I can unknot my shoulders.

So I can release the worry.

So I can go home to the two people I love more than anything in the world

And greet them with a hug.

A kiss.

A smile.

Beware the walking sticks!

We are known as a nation of queuers.  Despite most of our lives being conducted on-line there are still times when we need to physically go somewhere and do something.  This usually involves a queue.  We wait, more or less patiently.  Sometimes mumbling and grumbling under our breath but on the whole happy to wait our turn.  Pushers in are either glared and tutted at or, depending on your level of bravery, admonished with a "Excuse me. There is a queue!"

All of this flies out of the window at my bus stop.  Not the one from the village but the one back from town.  It's a rural bus service so it runs once every two hours.  You have to get on it or else you're stuck.

The village bus stop - no queues here just fields and the occasional cow!

The passengers are mainly elderly.  But don't be fooled, these are not your run of the mill, sweet, grey haired, little old ladies. These are vicious, ninja style grannies with well-honed skills!

Firstly they work as a pack.  Crowding around the front of the bus stop they form an impenetrable barrier, excluding the young-un's from the inner circle.  It doesn't matter if you get there before them, they will slowly but surely edge you out.

Oh, and to clarify, to them a young-un is anyone under 50 or with their own teeth.  I may be a 30 year old wife and mother but to them I am knee high to a grasshopper.

But when the bus comes it's every man for themselves! Boarding is not a sedate, polite affair.  Manners are thrown out of the window, toes are stepped on and shopping bags used as missiles.  A well positioned walking stick can fell the opposition for the prized seat with both a pole and a bell!

I have learnt to stand back and wait.  As much as it annoys me and I don't really think it's fair, I don't particularly want to have to explain away the bruises. No one would believe me!

Silent Sunday - February sparkle