salt pot, penguins and a tomato...

A rather literal title I know, but I am lost for words at the magnificence of my thrifty finds today.

The salt pot drew me across the room at a ferocious pace, I was clutching it to my heaving bosom when a couple of Penguins threw themselves off the bookcase aiming squarely at the wobbling wonder that is my breast at full heave.

After a quiet moment in the changing room, where yet again I thanked the Heavens for sending their very tip top angel, Mr W. Onderbra, to live amongst us, I left the shop and toddled on home.

The tomato will live on the windowsill for a little while longer until it's ready to be pinched with salt, the penguins will live on my bookcase. Rest assured they will be weighed down by hefty tomes until they can be trusted not to hurl themselves at the first chesty diva that passes them by...

it's not unusual...

... to still be singing like a rock god at 70, is it?

Yesterday was spent lazing on a vineyard hillside, drinking wine, sharing food and dancing the night away with some very good friends.

Tom Jones...Legend boyo!

P.S. Does anyone else think he looks a little like an orange Morgan Freeman?

whoops!

No excuses...I forgot!

Luckily so did he... so another Valentine's Day goes unmarked in the Beach Hut.

However, I did manage to have a recce around the craft market in nearby Devonport and very nice it was too! I am scouting out the best place to sell handmade soap, and although there didn't seem to be a soapmaker at yesterday's fair I'm still waiting for that 'I'm home' feeling to hit me when I first walk through the entrance. Does that make sense?

I love making soap... I used to have a little business in the Isle of Wight (if you were on the ferry circa 1998 and spotted IOW shaped soap, that was me). Farmers Market's and craft shows were a weekly event and I thought that this year I would revisit the art of making soap and give NZ market's a whirl.

Anyway...

Here's a heart for a belated Valentine's Day shout out to the Slap Man

Boooyakershan!

a round of applause for mr bowen.....

I've just made the most extraordinary discovery!

There's a technique called BOWTECH and, as woman who has been manipulated by all manner of medical people, it's the most successful back treatment I've ever received.

Basically you lie on a bed and someone gives you a nudge every now and again, ( I won't tell you exactly what Slap said this reminded him of but if you rearrange the words 'after 20 years of marriage', 'foreplay', 'bit like', you'll get the drift).

Initially, I must admit to being a little sceptical; I've had a horribly sore back for years and like many fellow sufferers out there, I've had a go at more than a few traditional, non-traditional and 'completely off with the fairies' treatments... a hippy, a wigwam, patchouli oil and being asked to remove everything but my socks springs to mind...

So, it was with complete astonishment that I rose off the bed after the allotted hour feeling at least 2 inches taller and ache free.

Please click on the link and have a read if you're interested... I can't promise it'll work for anyone else but by crikey it certainly worked for me!

You need proof?!?
Here's a quick snap of me jumping out of bed this morning and no I don't think it's at all odd to wear a leotard and full make up to bed!

yah boo sucks!

I have a backache...it's actually a herniated disc sort of a backache so please forgive the grumpy old woman face and the lack of posts as sitting at the desk for any length of time is impossible...
I bloody hate waterskiing!!!!!!!!!!!!!

homegrown ratatouille

I know I'm just showing off now, but check out my crop!

Is there anything nicer than roasted veggies straight from the garden, a slosh of olive oil, herbs from the window sill and a tomato passata made just 3 days ago?

Heaven!