Ramblings...
Eeeeek. It's been a busy few weeks...
...the missus, bairn and myself have less than three weeks to box everything, namely our lives, and find ourselves a new pad.
We've only ever rented since I came down here, tho' we pondered buying a lurv-ely terraced house just before babi bach came along. In the end, we bit the bullet and played it cautious - tho' times may have been a tad tight there - we figure we made the wrong decision.
This wee bothy has been the only place Awen has ever known - but, tbh we're not devastated at the prospect of leaving. Despite roaring fire and all, the sittingroom is just too big - the room's too wee...
...methinks it's time to move. Find out tomorrow if we get first shot at the bricks 'n mortar. Isle of Anglesey. Nice - spacious - massive garden, the main focus of Sian's concerns as it happens. Too right I guess. It means you could be suppin' on some Lazy Sunday whilst letting Awen run about daft. Especially with cousins and such when they come to visit.
This is a BIG garden, at that. So, we'll wait 'n see. If this isn't meant to be, it's back off to Llwynithel, Sian's folks farm - until such time said hoose 'opportunity' comes a beggin'.
Work has progressed very nicely with the site, very happy with the site design and some of the Phase I functionality. Whilst remembering this is only the beginning of a [hopefully] successful publishing run and a kick-ass govt. read.
Yet to roll out the CMS and start the web writing off - and I guess this is the heart of the whole thing - content really is king, but I have a lot of very enthused scientists - wrapped up in biodiversity, climate change, geology and the like - the trick [as it always is] is to nail the organisation to the task - guarantee upper management get crackin' etc
Done my mock Welsh GCSE the other day, was quite pleased - I've been advised not to do the real thing, simply 'cos it clashes with the live date for the site - but I did run through another test to keep the Cymraeg thinking ummmm, thinkin'.
Glad, 'cos I'd feel crap with *no* Welsh buttons on the shoulder, busy or not.
Awen has a crappy cold at the mo, we basted her in warm olive oil, applied calpol, hugs on sofa etc Wee mite still doesn't know what to do with it. Unfortunately, she's a tad more like me in that regard. Little patience, easily frustrated at stupid things - than her mam's calming self.
Tomorrow, Sian's clan are coming round. I will cut grass as we ready ourselves to hand the keys back over.
Cut that - mae gas gen i torri gwair!
Ain't that the truth.
[Badger scurries off, looks for orange squash, honey...]
...the missus, bairn and myself have less than three weeks to box everything, namely our lives, and find ourselves a new pad.
We've only ever rented since I came down here, tho' we pondered buying a lurv-ely terraced house just before babi bach came along. In the end, we bit the bullet and played it cautious - tho' times may have been a tad tight there - we figure we made the wrong decision.
This wee bothy has been the only place Awen has ever known - but, tbh we're not devastated at the prospect of leaving. Despite roaring fire and all, the sittingroom is just too big - the room's too wee...
...methinks it's time to move. Find out tomorrow if we get first shot at the bricks 'n mortar. Isle of Anglesey. Nice - spacious - massive garden, the main focus of Sian's concerns as it happens. Too right I guess. It means you could be suppin' on some Lazy Sunday whilst letting Awen run about daft. Especially with cousins and such when they come to visit.
This is a BIG garden, at that. So, we'll wait 'n see. If this isn't meant to be, it's back off to Llwynithel, Sian's folks farm - until such time said hoose 'opportunity' comes a beggin'.
Work has progressed very nicely with the site, very happy with the site design and some of the Phase I functionality. Whilst remembering this is only the beginning of a [hopefully] successful publishing run and a kick-ass govt. read.
Yet to roll out the CMS and start the web writing off - and I guess this is the heart of the whole thing - content really is king, but I have a lot of very enthused scientists - wrapped up in biodiversity, climate change, geology and the like - the trick [as it always is] is to nail the organisation to the task - guarantee upper management get crackin' etc
Done my mock Welsh GCSE the other day, was quite pleased - I've been advised not to do the real thing, simply 'cos it clashes with the live date for the site - but I did run through another test to keep the Cymraeg thinking ummmm, thinkin'.
Glad, 'cos I'd feel crap with *no* Welsh buttons on the shoulder, busy or not.
Awen has a crappy cold at the mo, we basted her in warm olive oil, applied calpol, hugs on sofa etc Wee mite still doesn't know what to do with it. Unfortunately, she's a tad more like me in that regard. Little patience, easily frustrated at stupid things - than her mam's calming self.
Tomorrow, Sian's clan are coming round. I will cut grass as we ready ourselves to hand the keys back over.
Cut that - mae gas gen i torri gwair!
Ain't that the truth.
[Badger scurries off, looks for orange squash, honey...]