This is the back door where the staff come and go. I don't know if they leave the lights on all night.
Catch ya tomorrow. Toodle pip. ilona
Catch ya tomorrow. Toodle pip. ilona
Good morning. I sometimes store unwelcome and unwanted comments in my spam folder, then later decide what to do with them. Mostly I just delete. The odd one or two I might keep for a while until I decide what to do next, if anything. Sometimes I might feel like replying. Some of them may be useful to create a new post. I have picked these two out for a reply.
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It does matter Ilona you give your opinion to influence others. Why wouldn't others try to influence you if they care.
My opinion is my opinion. I don't set out to influence people. I don't have to ask permission to cover different subjects that I am interested in. That rule applies to any blogger who wants to remain independent and go down that route. Some bloggers prefer to use the softly softly approach, and write posts that they know will bring a favourable response from their readers. That's fine as well. All down to individual choice.
Those who try to influence me are barking up the wrong tree. There are many blogs out there, which have opposing views to myself, where their comments will be welcomed with open arms. If people feel strongly about something there is always the option of starting their own blog. That way, they can say what they like.
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Net zero is no scam. Unfortunately people like yourself have been sucked into believing the lies put out by the fossil fuel corporations.
If people want to believe that net zero will help to alleviate the demise of the world as we know it, then that's your choice. I have not been sucked into anything. I read widely, watch widely, listen widely, then make up my own mind. If anyone wants to follow the current situation from the start to the planned finish, they will see through all the lies. We are all on a long journey, much longer than any of our lifetimes.
Net zero is just one small piece in the jigsaw. Every piece that is put in place will be another step towards the richest people on earth taking full control. Watch how it rolls out.
It's Saturday. I am going to a Christmas Fair, and a Christmas Craft and Food Show.
Enjoy your weekend. Toodle pip. ilona
I remember it well.
Crate (490 x 539 x 402cms @ 60,000kgs) being delivered to Southampton Port this morning.
What's in a name? There were various versions of my name when I was a nipper, because no one could say it correctly, as spoken by my German mother. Grandma called me Lilla. Aunty called me Lil. A friends mum called me Lulu. School friends called me Loony. Anyone naming a baby now should think very carefully. You may be setting them up for a life of confusion if you choose something which sets them apart from their classmates.
I have a middle name as well, which I chose to use intermittently when I wanted to stay under the radar. That gave me some respite and I became just like everyone else. I blended in.
I have other names. When I was driving I was on the cb radio. At the time I was hauling cider up and down the country from the factory at Shepton Mallet, to a depot in Derby. Not very imaginative but I was Cider Apple. Then I changed jobs and from some sarcastic comments I overheard from my work colleagues, I decided to go with Flying Fanny. They didn't like the way I was loving my job, doing the best I could to stick with deadlines, and delivering the loads on time. I became quite well known and began writing a monthly column for CB News magazine.
Moving on, next came computers. I joined a forum and had to think of a user name. The forum was about simple and frugal living. Queen of Mean because I didn't like spending money, became Meanqueen.
Then another forum and another name. 'Fit old bird' seems appropriate.
Another sarcastic person, someone who was peeved that I didn't quite fit in with what was considered a normal lifestyle for a female, chose the next name. For a while I was 'Batty Sister'. I don't have any use for that now.
A nasty comment has just dropped into my comments box. I will copy it here.
This person has already chosen their user name. They couldn't think of a new one and comments using Nellyknowitall. Those who have been reading my blog for a while will recognise it. Nelly is my creation. There are several posts on my blog penned by her.
I have chosen a new name for this person. 'Sanctimonious Prick' is a perfect description. He hasn't been commenting here for a while, but I see he is intent on being an arse elsewhere on other blogs.
Toodle pip. ilona
Just a heads up. Now is the time to visit Donna Nook on the Lincolnshire Coast. There is a weekly Pup Count on the Wildlife Website. I see that as of the 22nd November, there are 1116 pups, 1268 cows, and 408 bulls.
I last went there on 6th November 2022. I was a bit too early early to see them, they hadn't all arrived.My picture from a previous visit. 5th December 2009.
Catch ya later. Toodle pip. ilona
Full credit to Mandy Harding. This topper can be seen at Morrisons, Malvern. This has got to be the best by far that I have seen. What a talent eh! Check out the UK Facebook Toppers Group for more pictures.
Toodle pip. ilona
Good evening. After much blood, sweat, and tears this morning on the computer, I had to get out of the house and go for a walk. I caught the 13.09 bus to town. It was a bit late. The plan was to walk back, so there wasn't time to dillydally about before it started getting dark.
There was a woman on the bus with a face mask on. I had to chuckle. She had folded it in half lengthways, hooked the elastics around her ears, and it just covered her nose. She was able to have a conversation with a friend. I assume she did that because she wanted to keep her nose warm. What a good idea. My nose is constantly cold and wet, even in the summer. I might try that trick.
It took me just over two hours to cover the five and a half miles home.
Anyway, back on the computer tonight to try and sort the commenting problem out. I have sort of cracked it with the help of Rachel, and checking out some blogger videos on yootoob. I have installed Chrome, goodness knows how I did that. After 1000 clicks of the mouse I can comment on my blog, but have to put my name in the drop down box. I will try and sign into my goooogle account later. Signing in and checking notes for the passwords I have used is a nightmare.
I recorded a video this afternoon, so let's see how that goes when I come to upload it onto yoootooob tomorrow.
Now it's chill time. I am wearing my oversize hoodie, and I must say, I am very warm.
Catch ya tomorrow. Toodle pip. ilona
Good morning. It is Thursday and I will wrap The Old Rectory series up with one last post of the outside. The restoration of this house, and the grounds, is going to be one heck of a mammoth task. I might schedule another visit for a years time to see how it went.
There are some brick built outhouses at the back. I wonder if they will be demolished, or they could be converted into an annex, maybe a granny flat.