A Life More Ordinary

So today after braving Merry Hell in Brierley Hill this morning to gather fresh bread and vegetables for tomorrow’s Easter feast, Henry and Sean found an expired fox in our back garden by the pear tree.



This poor thing was living 24 hours prior to their discovery. Henry and I went up yesterday after our amazing 3 hour walk (about the same time of the day) on the footpaths to look at the tadpoles in our pond and we didn’t see anything like this in the flower beds. And about a week or so ago I saw what could only be this fox prancing about in our garden looking for the mouse family that have set up their home in our compost.

I would hate to think it was anything that was in our garden that caused this poor souls demise, however what you can’t see is that his tail is completely gone. It looks like it was bitten off. Anyway. After a little thought and consultation, we decided that we wouldn’t get an opportunity like this to show Henry about how things decompose and how, if we do it carefully, we could have a really nice set of bones to look at for learning and educational purposes.

We considered a way to speed up the decomposition process, or even to strip the carcass ourselves, but we decided to leave it in a spot in the garden, let nature and the bugs take its course and then clean and preserve the bones when they had been picked clean the natural way.


We moved it to a less high traffic place in the garden. Back in the allotment area (I’m not growing vegetables this season) (s)He looks like (s)he’s sleeping. (We didn’t go so far as to check the gender, we tried not to touch it so much. It didn’t seem to die a traumatic death, so we treated it with extra care and washed our hands well after being near it).




I found a sort of seed growing box top and we placed it on top of him. Note the vents.





Then, we placed a heavy brick on it to keep the critters from dragging it away and we’ll see how it goes.

We are looking for names. All good cadavers get named. I think our fox is no exception.


Now that Half Term is safely in the past, the sun has decided to show its face a few times now. Last week wasn’t a total wash out, but we made good use of our wellies, wet suits and mud boots. This week I’m starting on Late Winter Cleaning, getting on my bicycle again and trying to stay awake.





Today Henry and I took part in a new British pastime: Flood Tourism.

We travelled just about 30 minutes from home to Bewdley, a really lovely Georgian Village/Town that happens to have the River Severn flowing straight through the town center. I heard that today was the last full day for the flood defenses, so I’m glad we got out and had a look around.







We had a great summer holiday. The 6 weeks went about as fast as 6 weeks could go — not too slow and just fast enough to not get bored or sick of anyone.

We saw family, friends, kept busy and took time to be outside and enjoy the most beautiful summer I’ve seen in the few years I’ve been here. We took many more photos than this, but here’s a little recap of what went on, mostly in order, but a few out of the timeline.

First off, I’m sorry.

I moved you from Missouri where you went out for semi-regular rides with other bicycles of similar style and stature, to Montreal where the winters were too long and the drivers were worse than I’ve ever seen in my life.

So there you hung, upside down, to collect dust for nearly 8 years never seeing the light of day. Then I packed you up again and sent you on a container ship, only to sit in storage for nearly a year and hang yet again upside down in a shed for another.




Then one sunny English summer day I rip you from your hibernation into the harsh light of the sun to find you dusty, tired, and unloved.




I promise to clean you up, and make sure you get to see the sights of our new home. It will be different here. I promise.


(my 520 was bought after Sunflower Bike Shop nearly burnt down to the ground. They gave me an even deeper discount as this bike was not in the fire, but arrived soon after.  I feel a special connection to this beautiful machine and hope someday I can be worthy to ride it the long distances it’s meant to enjoy)

What an absolutely beautiful morning for Henry’s class to go outside and run around like maniacs. Sports Day at Willow Nursery was spectacular and I got to make some Ice Cream for everyone. It went down a storm, and I think I’ll be doing it again in a few weeks for their leavers party.



It took about 30 minutes to crank the ice cream, with some help from Henry’s classmates and about 5 minutes to scoop it all out to extremely excited kids and parents. It was really awesome.


Thankfully the rain held off until after lunch time, and we were able to have a great morning.

Henry has really grown in the two years he’s been at Willow. When he started he was tiny and quiet and much younger too. Now he’s the King of His Castle and loves every moment of playing with his school friends.



If Skateland South existed over here I would easily say this would be the next gen patrons. Or perhaps future spectators at a competition at the local skate shop. 

All in all I think they all had a blast today. I know Henry did and he was really proud to tell everyone that his mom could make “the best” ice cream ever. I happen to agree as well.



Less than two weeks ago, my husband’s grandfather passed away. I wrote about it in a previous post.

Having to depart earlier than we had anticipated, I had do do a lot of cancelling of things: playdates, engagements and a particular workshop I was really looking forward to attending.

In the hopes of getting understanding from the owner of the shop, sadly I was met with poor customer service and was told that because I was having to cancel less than 14 days before the workshop, I was only going to get a partial refund even if my place in the workshop is filled. 14 days ago, Arthur was still alive, and I could think of nothing more than going to this workshop.

I was then told, “I guess that’s why you buy insurance when you buy an airline ticket or a concert ticket”. I was shocked and hurt by these statements, and was informed there was no real leeway in the stores normal cancellation policy for what was an uncontrollable death in the family. Sadly I had to explain to this business this morning that I was no longer going to be a patron at their store, and I was shocked and hurt as a customer and consumer by their uncaring attitude towards my situation.

This morning, instead of busting ass to get ready to go, and hoping to find some closure in this situation,  I visited a few airlines cancellation policys for non-returnable airplane tickets in the event of a death in the family.

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Full refunds, or full priced vouchers. Good to know. I have learned a valuable lesson here, and I hope others have too.

If, when I was a part of Ariadne and twistcollective.com, we were ever unthinking, or unsympathetic toward your unavoidable situation, I’m truly sorry.

See you when I’m back on my laptop, prolly around Tuesday.

Month of Letters

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  • Ben Jackson: Quite a scene out there. More snow headed our way. :) Sent from my iPhone >
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  • Louese Kirk: Time to make ammends! Get on her and go!

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