Country Life Is A Very Fine Life

Rugby today in a very scenic country park near Tamworth.

Country kids are it's very best , all be it quite big kids ! I don't mind the howling as long as I have my trusty bobble hat I'm set . There is no such thing as bad weather just so long as you have the right bobble hat.

 

Knitting Giveaway

A little giveaway which I really should have down at Christmas!

Thanks to the wonderful Peggys Yarn

Peggy's Collection and peggy's yarns was created to celebrate the memory of my late grandmother peggy, who taught me how to knit. Peggys collection was started in 2010 and win many awards, such as #sbs by Theo from dragons den fame.

Peggy is a lovely genuine warm hearted lady with an amazing business that deals in stunning knitwear

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Popchips review

How can so much yumminess be packed in a packet and SO low on calories ?

I don't know how they do it, but they must be masters of magic , well I actually I do know they are baked snacks  , so you can enjoy guilt free snacking without feeling to guilty ; your only guilt will probably be if you eat the last packet!

Created in california and now popping in the uk, popchips are a naturally delicious line of popped potato chips. never fried. never baked. popchips are popped with heat and pressure for a snack so crispy and delicious you won't even notice it's (I hesitate to say) healthier.

with seven great, taste-bud popping flavours, including original, barbeque, salt & vinegar, sour cream & onion, salt & pepper,thai sweet chilli and katy’s kettle cornthere’s a different flavour for everyone’s tastes.

taste why for yourself at waitrose, ocado, sainsburys, tesco, boots, starbucks, wh smith (stations and airports), planet organic, whole foods markets, booths and now in universities across the uk.

You want more? pop over to popchips.co.uk and for all the latest, become a facebook fan or follow them on twitter.  

rrp from 69p for single serve and £2.00 for a share bag. for more information please visit www.popchips.co.uk

The Frogs Legs Have it

Bus journeys are the microcosm of the human race.

Honestly it is like a really , really bad version of Miss Marple and we are all just sitting there patiently waiting to be questioned .

You get all sorts in there and the 20 or so minute journey there is like the cannonball run, only without the manly moustache of Burt Reynolds.

The passengers were numerous but those who stood out were the cook , the thief and the lover.

You have the alleged thief who had been arrested numerous times and looked as if  he was about to appear on Jeremy Kyle. We were informed very loudly of his past woes via his mobile phone conversation.

The lover the young girl fixing her make up probably about to meet her beau.

And then there was the cook.

"I used to cook frogs"

"I used to get them from the canal"

 A lady chirps "but aren't they bony ?"

" Aye but you just spits the bones out ,around 20 frogs will do you "

" Oh. " said the lady.

"But a good sauce is essential "

That's a dish I'm yet to see on master chef.

Life's never dull round here.

Dark Secrets Cycling Within My Soul.

I have been habouring a deep dark secret for years a self imploding canker of disparity.

It feel as if since childhood I have been mocked.

And it is embarrassing.

My mother was able to achieve this , my husband but not me.

I failed my cycling proficiency test !!

Now I can't drive either but I am the most helpful passenger out , I failed my driving test counts and then has a sudden attack of amnesia. My driving lessons didn't go that well either I remember one lesson .

"I am taking this car to swap it for a new one tommorow it has never had a scratch on it "

Crunch , squeal , rattle , pop.

As a car takes the front off the the now no so perfect learner car I was in.

( it wasn't my fault )

"Oooh I said "

"*****" said the instructor.

Everyone was ok.

But I suspected the transport gods were against me rolling their dice and gambling with my sanity, I tried again and this time when travelling down a windy , tiny pretty lane one of the wheel hit the kerb.

Pop , hiss .

Stop.

Get out the car and stare at a flat.

Then I had to change the flat.

So in conclusion I never learnt to drive but I can change a flat tyre!

So it's not the failure of my driving tests and lessons that sits deep in my soul, it's the fact I never passed my cycling proficiency.

What Olympic dreams could have been mine for the want of a badge.

Awwh sigh .

I don't suppose I can take my cycling profiency age 41 ?