Today my daughter goes to London for a few days to see her two children and friends along the way. Though Matilda's flatmate has just shown positive, so it leaves Matilda somewhat suspect. Lillie is off on a camping trip for two weeks next Wednesday and I shall be alone for a day or two. The family test all the time, I have never done it, the thought of sticking pods up one's nose somehow does not appeal!
Karen my daughter found the following article from the Guardian, it was on Todmorden a travel write up enthusing over the joys of walking round here. This is Yorkshire Pudding's walking hobby, for the hills are steep as you climb out of the valley.
Todmorden according to my daughter is the up and coming place to live, as Hebden Bridge is colonised by all the bright and beautiful hippy types!! so they are all moving out into the villages. Karen reckons there is an influx of journalists as well, all to do with of course the flooding, which brought them down here in floods;)
You too could live in a town that floods almost yearly now and experience the joys of flooded cellars. The flood does not come top down but belly up so to speak. This Victorian house has a pump down in the cellars, and there is nothing down there, completely dark and empty. Though the worrying thing is the electricity meter, luckily high up on the wall.
It used to be damp, but Ian the handyman solved that problem by hacking all the concrete off the walls and painting it in a lime wash, going back to its Victorian stage.
A terrifying tale told by Karen, after one such flood and realising the pump was not working, she waded waist deep, fished the plug out of the water and plugged it in................ she is still alive.
So one day I may take to the hills, but I shall catch the bus first to get me to the top, but do you think I have found my niche in life living amongst Guardian reading, sandal wearing (they don't) pasta knitting, (as if) The word on the streets is 'Kindness' though.