Not as Funny as I was in 2005*

Be that as it may, what did 2014 bring? (And yes, I am recycling material because I’ve nothing much new to say, why do you ask? All the papers are doing it…)

yard flooded

In January I got the very latest in rain protection https://cityexile.wordpress.com/2014/01/03/wrap-up-dry/ which was fortunate https://cityexile.wordpress.com/2014/01/26/surrounded/, and took up banging my head against a brick wall, aka the council https://cityexile.wordpress.com/2014/01/09/durr/, repeatedly https://cityexile.wordpress.com/2014/01/24/going-spare/ – luckily I also took up yoga https://cityexile.wordpress.com/2014/01/28/feeling-floaty/ so things more or less balanced out

ford almost at 2 feet

In February I found a use for a tomato https://cityexile.wordpress.com/2014/02/10/ruled-by-a-tomato/, took delivery of some contraband https://cityexile.wordpress.com/2014/02/13/fee-fi-fo-fum/ (which came up trumps, or at least beans https://cityexile.wordpress.com/2014/10/13/bringing-in-the-dinosaur-harvest/). With the rain continuing, we did wonder if it might be time to invest in a pedalo https://cityexile.wordpress.com/2014/02/24/water-water-everywhere/, although at least I remembered the simple pleasures of dry socks https://cityexile.wordpress.com/2014/02/12/simple-pleasures/

big digger

In March, the month I turned 45, I decided to embrace my middle-agedness with a festival weekend https://cityexile.wordpress.com/2014/03/02/festival-tastic/, broke all the errandoneering rules https://cityexile.wordpress.com/2014/03/13/hors-categorie/ and shared some exciting drainage news https://cityexile.wordpress.com/2014/03/14/exciting-drainage-news/ (no, really https://cityexile.wordpress.com/2014/03/21/year-end-bonus/ ) although despite all the practice I discovered I was still a complete novice at cycling in the rain https://cityexile.wordpress.com/2014/03/22/stinging-in-the-rain/ and lost my glasses to a passing tractor https://cityexile.wordpress.com/2014/03/24/crushed/

Brompton in the rain

In April we pedalled on parliament again https://cityexile.wordpress.com/2014/04/28/back-to-earth/, which is becoming something of a habit https://cityexile.wordpress.com/2014/02/20/the-third-sign-of-madness/ and I turned down the chance of doubling my garden size https://cityexile.wordpress.com/2014/04/17/n-plus-my-god-what-am-i-thinking/ (although I did later manage to acquire a greenhouse https://cityexile.wordpress.com/2014/07/28/gardeners-question-time-2/). The Brompton and I survived cycling in London https://cityexile.wordpress.com/2014/04/29/bike-the-strike/ (and not for the first time https://cityexile.wordpress.com/2014/03/27/canal-dreams/)

cake remnants

In May I discovered an entirely new word for hills https://cityexile.wordpress.com/2014/05/09/a-gap-in-the-market/ which came in handy when we decided to eat all the pies https://cityexile.wordpress.com/2014/05/31/as-it-turns-out-it-was-we-who-ate-all-the-pies/, but I still managed to get lost in the middle of a mass bike ride https://cityexile.wordpress.com/2014/05/17/space-for-cycling/. My gardening style received the Chelsea imprimateur https://cityexile.wordpress.com/2014/05/24/take-that/ which helped the hens convert our food yards into food inches https://cityexile.wordpress.com/2014/05/26/home-delivery/

Bromptons on the beach

In June, the Brompton and I continued to gad about https://cityexile.wordpress.com/2014/06/09/flight-of-the-bromptons/ – at least once I’d managed to leave the house https://cityexile.wordpress.com/2014/06/05/how-to-leave-the-house-on-a-bicycle-an-expert-guide/. Nature turned bad with the return of ASBO Buzzard https://cityexile.wordpress.com/2014/06/12/air-rage/ and the discovery of the ermine moth https://cityexile.wordpress.com/2014/06/21/mothly-harmful/, while the council did everything it could to make the papershop run more hazardous https://cityexile.wordpress.com/2014/06/26/youre-skidding/ and we discovered that the puncture fairy’s remit also runs in the Netherlands https://cityexile.wordpress.com/2014/06/30/statistics-for-dummies/

little grey cat

In July we were briefly reunited with the cat https://cityexile.wordpress.com/2014/07/11/101-uses-for-a-brompton-cat-reunions/. In a summer that after all the rain turned out to be good enough for snakes (and sandals) https://cityexile.wordpress.com/2014/07/26/snake-in-the-grass/ and going the long way round https://cityexile.wordpress.com/2014/07/09/the-long-way-round/ we went to the beach under the only cloud in the United Kingdom https://cityexile.wordpress.com/2014/07/23/haar-de-haar-haar/ and I took on the bank (the bank won) https://cityexile.wordpress.com/2014/07/31/bank-error-in-nobodys-favour/

monstrous potato

In August I discovered the delights of cycling with children https://cityexile.wordpress.com/2014/08/07/eye-opener/. The garden got out of hand, as is traditional https://cityexile.wordpress.com/2014/08/12/thickety-boo/ but I only failed to win big at the village show through my own stupid fault https://cityexile.wordpress.com/2014/08/30/robbed/

tree in the sunshine

In September, along with the rest of Scotland, I tried very hard to make up my mind https://cityexile.wordpress.com/2014/09/16/absolutely-positively-the-last-post-on-the-independence-referendum-i-promise/ (without much help from the politicians https://cityexile.wordpress.com/2014/08/06/scotland-undecides/) while the summer seemed like it would never end https://cityexile.wordpress.com/2014/09/21/squirrelling-away/. I got assaulted by a man with a knife https://cityexile.wordpress.com/2014/09/24/grooh-3/ and discovered that the most painful part was not being able to ride my bike https://cityexile.wordpress.com/2014/09/03/ouch-2/

A to Z and Mr Tom bar

In October the exciting drainage news just kept on coming https://cityexile.wordpress.com/2014/10/06/exciting-drainage-news-update/ and I made an exhibition of myself in London https://cityexile.wordpress.com/2014/10/24/analogue-pleasures/. I was forced to learn how the other half live https://cityexile.wordpress.com/2014/10/10/a-mile-in-my-shoes/ and finally ended up flouting doctors’ orders a week early https://cityexile.wordpress.com/2014/10/29/doctors-orders/

Balcary Bay in sunshine

In November, despite my best efforts https://cityexile.wordpress.com/2014/11/20/my-long-term-vision-for-scotlands-weather/ the rain returned and I decided someone was wrong on the internet https://cityexile.wordpress.com/2014/11/03/rain-rain/. The Tarmac Fairy also put in an appearance https://cityexile.wordpress.com/2014/11/05/rarities/ despite a politician’s promise https://cityexile.wordpress.com/2014/09/19/theres-promises/

sun breaking through

And in December I started another possibly doomed garden project https://cityexile.wordpress.com/2014/12/03/project-management/ but did at least discover my own little slice of Mediterranean climate https://cityexile.wordpress.com/2014/12/10/i-dont-care-what-the-weather-bomb-says/. The Brompton and I continued to battle the coonsil https://cityexile.wordpress.com/2014/12/16/up-the-down-escalator/ – but at least, together, we survived Christmas https://cityexile.wordpress.com/2014/12/18/101-uses-for-a-brompton-surviving-christmas/

And how was your year?

*The other half’s verdict on my blog every year since I first started, almost (eek) a decade ago

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5 Responses to Not as Funny as I was in 2005*

  1. John says:

    Well I think the year summed up by you kicks in touch that you don’t have much to say!
    Happy New year.

  2. velovoiceblogspot says:

    Ha! The Great Big Blog Round Up approach, as applied to your own blog. Love it! Happy New Year, Sally – hope to ride with you at some point this year.

  3. disgruntled says:

    @John – thanks, you’re very kind
    @velovoice – that would be great.

  4. bbooker7 says:

    Thanks for the years roundup . I always read your blogs and appreciate the creative effort I takes. I Don’t manage to give feedback hence my short scribe here. It’s your energy and possative outlook on life that shines through. Thanks again.

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