Sugru®: so great!

Sometimes I babble on about rubbish (Who said I do it 24/7?), but if I find a fix or ‘another’ way round a problem, I like to share it with others. I did just that by mentioning Sugru® in a blog comment the other day. I thought no more about it until Kate got in touch with me yesterday. She wanted to show the way she used Sugru®. Wonderful!

I have no connection with the Sugru® Empire – Well it has developed and grown since the days I first heard about them. I have used the product many times successfully over those years.

Now I wonder………… If I keep sharing….. when will I be eligable for a pension? 😉 😆


“Er, what?” I hear you ask…

Screen Shot 2015-03-13 at 2.32.28 pm Sugru® is a trademark of FormFormForm Ltd

Sugru®. It’s a self-setting mouldable silicone rubber. I love this stuff. Particularly since I’ve just saved myself several hundred dollars by using a quarter of a package which cost me $12.00 or thereabouts… And no, they’re definitely not paying me to write this.

Screen Shot 2015-03-13 at 12.27.55 pm Earbuds and two small packs of Sugru®, one red and one white. That greyish stuff in the middle is the original silicone putty. Yuck….

Screen Shot 2015-03-13 at 12.28.40 pm The red and white blended together to form pink. Enough for two ear moulds and a bit left over.

Screen Shot 2015-03-13 at 12.29.10 pm The finished ear moulds. Not pretty, but effective!

Screen Shot 2015-03-13 at 12.29.33 pm Marked left and right. So important for those bleary-eyed early morning starts!

Screen Shot 2015-03-13 at 12.30.10 pm A perfect fit. Thanks, Sugru®!

Here’s the deal. As you’ll be aware by now, the Husband of Chiconia and I rather enjoy our long distance forays on the back of Miss…

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L’air …

A very short season, giving Cecilia a reason to share her wonderful philosophy on life, with a magical turn of phrase!

No matter how deep life throws her, she rises to the surface and swims above the storms on a cloud of positivity.


Yesterday the air felt dense. Not hot and not cold, just full and thick. The clouds stayed low, heavy, old, bosomy. Like flat pillows. There was no wind and little sound. Even the birds were quiet. The night crickets played their instrumental feet softly as though the night was nigh – all day their orchestra played. The day barely lifted from its grey night.

The Professor, the little kitten, died yesterday morning with a small sigh of relief, the quiet stillness of the awakening barn wrapped about him like a drifting veil.  He had been living here for one week .

I know I have said this before but it is a cornerstone of my manifesto. Each soul that touches yours has value. No matter how long that touch lasts. It has worth. It is a lesson. So listen.

Some relationships are very short – snippits, flashes.

Like the time I was down in the subway in Paris…

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Puzzles and Patterns

‘Time will sort it for you as long as you allow it to’. A post worth giving time and thought to!


As we slowly slide up and down the temperature scale, wandering through another wintery season of inclement weather reminiscent of the 70’s when I lived here last.  I am struck by how much easier life is when you allow the inevitable flux of patterns and puzzles and allow Time herself a voice in your daily analog. Giving the passing of time a value in your calculations. not-many-018

I am a terrible one for answering other peoples questions before they ask them, finishing their sentences before they have their thoughts in order, rushing to and fro at a furious pace often without my mind even Turned On.  I want everything done right now and just so. Head down to combat the wind thinking only where is it coming from, who is in a draft. Which doors should I shut. Is that ice underfoot? Not: what has come with this wind? What followed…

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Nearly there

Things, they are a changing.

Beavering away in the background with the aid of my toyboys. I struggle but am learning new skills. They have great patience with me. Yet the child in me wants the wheels of action to move faster, like an aircraft running out of runway!

Soon, very soon, all will become clear.

UPDATE: By ‘beavering away’ I mean working for a long time at a project. A project I could not manage on my own, without the help & talents of my long-time toyboys

My New Year wish for you!

May your hair, your teeth, your face-lift, your abs and your stocks not fall; and may your blood pressure, your triglycerides, your cholesterol, your white blood count and your mortgage interest not rise.

May what you see in the mirror delight you, and what others see in you delight them. May someone love you enough to forgive your faults, be blind to your blemishes, and tell the world about your virtues.

May you remember to say “I love you” at least once a day to your spouse, your child, your parent, your siblings; but not to your secretary, your nurse, your masseuse, your hairdresser or your tennis instructor.

And may we live in a world at peace and with the awareness of your God’s love in every sunset, every flower’s unfolding petals, every baby’s smile, every lover’s kiss, and every wonderful, astonishing, miraculous beat of our heart.

May your credit card bill and your budget, balance – and include generous amounts for charity.

I wish you a year of good health, enough work opportunities to pay the bills and time for fun to enjoy the year ahead!

(This came to me last year by email, a little late for the new year, so I saved it for now. Alas I think it was Noreen, my old school pal, who sent it to me.)




The clouds parted, the sun appeared
with a skirt of blue skies, my heart was cheered.

Time to wrap up, at just three degrees.
I quick stepped down the hill bending my knees.

My few little errands were soon in the bag,
Time to circle round and home by the park,

These guys came running chattering their news,
Being careful to keep off my shoes.

What’s In YOUR Piggy Bank?

Five simple but important rules for living!

Spirit Lights The Way

Mr. Jones, a 92-year-old man, decided to move to a nursing home when his wife of 70 years passed away. After hours of waiting on the morning of the move, he smiled when told his room was ready.

As he maneuvered his wheelchair to the elevator, the aide described his room, including the view from his window.

With the enthusiasm of an eight-year-old having just been presented with a new puppy, he exclaimed, “I love it!”

“How can you say that . . . you haven’t even seen the room yet.”

“I don’t have to see it to know I’ll love it.  Happiness is something you decide on ahead of time. Whether I like my room or not doesn’t depend on how the furniture is arranged . . . it’s how I arrange my mind.”

Intrigued, the aide urged him to go on.

“Every morning when I wake up, I have…

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Sunday one liners ~ 4

“In the end, only three things matter: how much you loved, how gently you lived,
and how gracefully you let go of things not meant for you.”
~ Buddha

Sometimes one liners can lead to a conversation:

“Sometimes the letting go is the difficult part.”

“When we let go of what isn’t meant for us, we have two hands and a whole heart open to grab other opportunities as they float into view. Opportunities we might otherwise miss.”

Thank you, Nancy for the wise words of advice,