Flitting

It's an old-fashioned word - people used to flit and now they move house. All four of our fledglings did it this summer.

It's really interesting how words disappear & others take their place. Nothing stays the same - I'm sure that's how God intends it to be. I struggle with it at times but ......

Fusions 2 & 3

Just wanted to record DD's delight on having wheels again. A couple of weeks ago she chose a second hand Ford Fusion to reinstate her independence of public transport after living in London for three years. Not very ecologically friendly but she'll be living in York and working in Leeds so it's essential. Not that she needs an excuse - she just loves to drive.

Sadly after driving to Wales and back (via Salisbury) her pride & joy developed a put-put noise (the mechanic said it was 'chuffing' - very technical!) and is in the garage waiting for new injector seals.


Fusion 3 refers to the healing that has amazingly (to me) taken place in my wrist. The x-ray taken when I first broke it showed the bone completely broken and out of place & it was painful to touch and out of the question to move. Just 5 weeks later I can lift light things and have full use of my hand again. Considering that ....

The anatomy of the wrist joint is extremely complex, probably the most complex of all the joints in the body. The wrist is actually a collection of many joints and many bones. These joints and bones let us use our hands in many ways. The wrist must be extremely mobile to give our hands a full range of motion. At the same time, the wrist must provide the strength for heavy gripping.

The wrist is made up of eight separate small bones, called the carpal bones. The carpal bones connect the two bones of the forearm, the radius and the ulna, to the bones of the hand. The metacarpal bones are the long bones that lie mostly within the palm. The metacarpals are in turn attached to the phalanges, the bones in the fingers and thumb (see eorthopod for full text & especially if you've got arthritis in your wrist!)

..... so much could have gone wrong - I'm counting my blessings. It's so easy to take the miracle of our bodies for granted.

Fusions (1)

The main one was the Family fusion that took place on the marriage of DS on Aug 8. Our new DDIL is a beautiful Yorkshire Rose - and so is the best'man' -controversially DS chose his sister to be his best man.

The family fusion (also known as a wedding but that isn't an F-word) was followed by afternoon tea - strictly speaking an in-fusion - to which everyone was invited. The hall was transformed into an old-fashioned tea-room decked out with festive bunting (see previous post entitled 'Furlough').



Tea was served in a colourful assortment of floral china (bought from car boot sales, ebay & junk shops by bride's mother). Fresh flowers decorated the tables and cake stands held a plentiful supply of fairy cakes, flapjacks, brownies, strawberry scones and meringues filled with 'lashings' of cream.
After tea it was time for photos on the pier ....

And finally the evening reception with a banquet served by Real Meals



followed by dancing to the wonderful Jumping Jacks Ceilidh Band.
Ef-fusion - why not? It was a truly blissful, content, contented, endowed, favored, fortunate, glad, granted, joyful, joyous, occasion.

Fabulous Forties

HAPPY 42nd ANNIVERSARY B P.



You have given me all the loving f-words that are humanly possible... God bless you and keep you

I love you

Foxglove forager

At a distance a clump of foxgloves can appear a bit bland- interesting sculpturally but not particularly stunning.







If you look a little closer though they're certainly worth a second look ...

this little chap obviously thought so anyway!