The new class is a bit more sedate than what I was used to previously but it’s great. A wonderful way to relax, stretch and unwind. Last night the lady who takes the class was speaking about the concept of Yoga. It is very much a way of meditating, using the breath to concentrate and forget for a time the distractions of life.

She made an interesting observation. In our busy lives, not everyone can take a class for an hour or two, and few of us take time for ourselves but we can all achieve some space. A simple five minutes to sip and enjoy a cup of tea, a few minutes in bed stretching gently and just focusing on breathing before the day routine starts. These are ways to take time to be mindful of our own bodies, our breath, our lives.

As much as I rush around working and never seem to stop, and as poor as I am at actually taking time at home to do some Yoga, she reminded me last night that is is vital to at least take that five minutes to appreciate my body, my mind and life. After all, just being able to do something as simple as stretch our arms out horizontally today may not be such an easy task at 90, the body is pretty amazing really.

Ok chanty hippy stuff over. Now, about that cup of tea

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We also have an abundant squirrel population. It’s a good job we have the squirrel dome up though. When we first arrived I placed a coconut feeder in the tree for the birds. Within a day the squirrels had stolen it and Mr Fogg came back from work to see a squirrel trying to drag said coconut across the garden.

So far we have thick squirrels. One has just spent ten minutes running up and down the bird feeder and bashing its head each time on the dome. Now he’s opted to hijack the birds, just clobbered one on the head to pinch the seeds….I’ll make a drink and watch the show me thinks.

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So what to do with a spare weekend??? Well, we decided it was a great idea to order wall to wall wardrobes from Ikea and set them up in the guest bedroom. they duly arrived on Saturday morning, all 29 boxes of the stuff. Oh dear.

Cue Mr Fogg and I spending around 12 hours hard labour fitting Ikea bolt together packs in place. Wardrobe carcasses times 4, goodness knows how many screws and oh what a good idea two big sliding doors are, complete with 64 screws just to put the doors together with. We’ve finally finished….phew. Two very very very shattered Foggies.

Hey, we have grass now too. We did our first cut and it looks good, despite all the bare bits. So off I went to retrieve the bag of grass seed from the garage to sow in the bald bits. This was a bit like being back in Tyddyn- we have mice. In the garage, they are partial to chomping through grass seed, eating bird seed (after munching through plastic bags to get to it) and the blighters have even eaten through my bags of compost.

We have declared war. Two mouse traps in place, we are on to you……let’s just hope they do not find the house.

We sowed the remaining grass seed on the lawn, feeding the rather large wood pigeon population as we went (buggas), dodging squirrels charging around and watching Mr Spike limping in the house.

You see Mr Spike is enjoying his new home but not the neighbourhood. This is farm cat territory, and there are two big bruiser Toms who have declared our garden the war zone. Cue two lost collars, and one beaten up cat. Poor. Spike, last week he tries his best and did a proper running leap onto Tom1, rolling over and fur flying, but still he’s the underdog. We get to nurse his wounds and cheer him up. Cue wardrobe building….Spike laid supervising (or was that laughing) at our antics.

I’m not moving again, and if we did we have both decided to burn those Bloomin wardrobes where they are- we are not, we repeat, not, dismantling them and rebuilding. Life is just too short for that.

And now for that long awaited glass of wine each. Bedtime yet anyone?

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