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Susan Jones writes romantic drama with a touch of humour, and historical sagas as Lydia King. She lives in North Warwickshire, and loves walking through the beautiful woodlands where she lives, and gardening and reading are her pastimes.
Category: In the garden
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Here’s the before and after pictures of our garden fence. It’s cedar red to be precise, but that doesn’t rhyme with shabby chic. I was wondering what that white thing like a mushroom was in the picture, it’s a bit of washing that popped in there. As we sat having a cup of tea,…
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Time for giggle blog, and this month the giggle is on me. You may remember, that I had a major surprise on the go for someone special who was having a big birthday, that isn’t for a few weeks yet? Well, it’s tricky keeping secrets when normally you tell each other everything, and I’m told,…
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Temping week is over, and I had a great time. Really friendly people, and my own little office to answer the phone, and sort the post, tick off a register of who’s in, who’s out on business, and who’s on holidays. Felt a bit like being the teacher, for a week. I’ve just got to…
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No, not me and Nellie Aldridge, and if you’re reading this Nellie, you know I don’t mean it. And, I’m not going to google you, because I’m sure you’re sitting there, eating your sweets, and saying ‘who cares.’ The sun was out in Warwickshire today, so it was great to get in the garden. Me…
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Hello blog followers, new ones and lovely old ones. How exciting, the latest writing magazine landed on the mat today. It’s a job to know which bit to read first as it’s all good. I have to confess my favorite regulars are Lynne and Lorraine. Now I have a feeling Lynne is psychic; this is…
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It’s that time of the year when I go and put something nice on an old Auntie, and grandad and grandma’s grave. Also, we go to visit Alan’s Dad’s and grandma’s. This year I’ve made up some pansy pots; they will last through to the spring, and also, they’ll survive the frosts and any snow…
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I sat next to a girl at work the other day, and after her call, she turned to me and whispered, ‘oh, I think I laughed there when I shouldn’t have.’ Her face was a picture, and then she went on to tell me she had to quickly turn it in to a cough. The…
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Well, here we are going in to September. We’ve just got back from a relaxing weekend in Wales. Picking up Mum in law from Alan’s brothers, yesterday morning, then we had first class fish and chips on the prom in Barmouth. She was glad to have a sit down and relax, and we did the…
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Time to catch up with garden news. It’s that gorgeous time when you can hear bees buzzing, butterflies are dancing; fluttering across the broccoli, and it doesn’t matter a bit, because the garden wouldn’t be the same without those paper white delicate beauties, after all, they lay caterpillars on nasturtiums, and then the baby sparrows…
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