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What the L – better late than never!

Late, indeed this post is, however I recall as a child my family drove 200 miles to attend my cousin’s wedding, we were caught in a jam and arrived in time to see the bride and groom emerge as husband and wife. The five of us were greeted with a smile a hug and the apologies for our tardy entrance was brushed off with that phrase “better late than never”.

I hate being late, perhaps those moments caught in the back of the car panicking about time dashing against the clock have left their mark. To avoid stress at lateness I have habitually become an early bird, often arriving half an hour before a shift at work begins taking time for a brew and a catch up before work begins. I am glad I am not big in the dating circles because nursing a drink when you have turned up a good thirty minutes early is never good for the butterflies.

Looking over the posts of the A to Z so far I am surprised at how quickly we are zooming through the alphabet. None of my posts have been pre-planned apart from P and Z each letter seem to take up my thinking time, those early minutes do have a purpose you see! I would say that L has benefitted from more time than the previous letters as I am a day behind with my posting, but with two jobs and the need for sleep thinking moments have been engulfed pondering the increasing ache of my feet.

I am pleased I have not been late for work this week. Gratitude was extended to the bus driver who grinned and took my money when I had finished my twelve hour shift on Friday. Simple actions make massive differences to the people we interact with. Last night at the bar, I was referred to as “the smiler”, sincere thanks dear customer yet neither of these actions can be squeezed under the umbrella of L.

What the L can I be grateful for? I looked over my previous posts for inspiration. Language, I love language, recently I have had the chance to speak to someone in Welsh, blimey that made my day. It had been years since I conversed in that most beautiful of tongues. Lampeter was the location of that last conversation in Welsh and high on the possibility list for the L post but places don’t seem to fit the bill. Lost I began to write on Love, while there are many forms of love I am pleased to enjoy I am not ready to purge my heart and write the moments that hit my fingertips when I think of love I have come to the conclusion that the internet is not ready for that particular rant.

Today I seem to have been cured of my alliterative addiction, I am lost in L. All that I can think of is long life milk portions, random I know. Who invented those things, pockets of preserved pasteurized liquid? Does anyone actually want to use them? I am pleased I take my coffee black when these are the only milk option available and will turn my back on tea under these circumstances.

I looked online for an answer, it seems that UHT milk pots were invented in the 1960s and were available on mass from the 1970s. Single portions sealed away from outside influence to be used as a second-rate substitute for the “real thing”.  UHT makes utterly horrific tea!

whole milk uht

whole milk uht (Photo credit: khrawlings)

I have digressed to the point of ridiculous, I apologies for the lateness of my post and for the tangent that has been visited today, what the L am a grateful for today? I am pleased I am not a long life milk pot. I am grateful that to live to exist is to interact with others, to share the smile with a bus driver, to feel the ache of the feet and know that we can aim to be better than second rate!

What the F- Fungi Freinds and Family.


First time I tried to write this morning I found myself flummoxed as what to put. The fosters fairy may have exerted her influence on me yesterday, Friday night with friends laughing and chatting lead to fuzzy headed Saturday. This morning I have been flagging to say the least. So I wrote a list made coffee and found myself some breakfast…

Mushrooms on toast, it is a favourite on delicate mornings, I think it has helped. So to my F words. Over a beer or three the “F-ing” possibilities were debated. It seems there is a theme with my friends, as flatulence was the first thing someone said… thank you for farting would just be an absurd. Fungi however, I am grateful for them this morning.

Fluke and I wander as often as time allows. A favourite place to walk is the woods above the town. Kicking up leaves, squelching through mud puddles, feeling the changing seasons around you I might only be a few minutes from the urban sprawl but I am free. Often as we walk I reminisce, Fluke is not the best conversationalist. Friends introduced us to the woodland walks, while Bob, Stella and Fluke sniffed their way along the footpaths, we wandered nattered and laughed, there are many moments in the woods that made me smile.

One occasion Fluke met a friend, he wanted to be a forager, thought himself as Somerset’s answer to Bear Grills. The three of us walked for best part of an hour to the middle of the woods. There is a water tower where paths conjoin here we stopped, selected a bench and began to make a brew.

Fires in woodlands are a big no no! I am aware of this and when dog walking I only ever want to leave footsteps. My friend thinks the same way but he was a good boyscout and came prepared. He pulled a Ghilli/Kelly kettle out of his rucksack. Lit a small fire in the base and waited for the whistle to tell us the water was boiling.

Well we waited, poked the little fire and waited some more… Soon enough (about 30 mins later) I was sat in the sunshine drinking tea. Fluke was happy as the Water tower is a great place to play fetch,  we chatted, giggled and perhaps even flirted a little it was fun.

When you walk with dogs you meet people it is an inevitable pleasure of being a pet owner, add a curious water boiling contraption and the possibility of tea on a brisk day and we became a magnet for other dog walkers. Every person that passed greeted us with smiles and a pair of local foragers stopped to admire the kettle and share their favourite locations for mushroom hunting.  A place I still need to explore.

Food and drink brings people together, it might be a fundamental of life, providing sustenance but the act of fellowship that comes from breaking bread with friends or family feeds the soul. Do you recall the last time you opened your home, laid the table to share a meal with friends and family?

For sure there have been many times that bring a smile if I muse over food related gatherings of the past, some of the funniest have been f**ked up dinners.  Burned Cous Cous, (yes that is possible). Lime cordial being used as a substitute in a recipe (that was a florescent dinner). Custard that you could eat with a knife and fork while hot (Dan still will not risk custard).  All of these moments are punctuated with the silly laughs of shared friendships and family moments.

My family and friends. I have no idea where the F’ I would be without them, so today on the F-day I am appreciative of fellowship and friendship. Fortune shone upon me when I found my friends when I was gifted my family. For this I am forever grateful.

For those who haven’t met him … this is Fluke.