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Yes, it’s you I am talking to…..

When I was at school, which admittedly was quite a few years ago, I would dread these words and the death wish glare of the headmaster or other scary teacher beaming down at you in assembly or class if you were a bit distracted and more interested in your friends conversation rather than the droning from ahead of you!

Life has moved on, and now it’s me uttering these words but in a nice way. One of the many advantages of being a blogger who does it for fun and not for clicks, stats or advertising revenue is that when I occasionally get a new follower (and these over 1 week can be counted on the fingers of one hand) is that I can actually take note of this and if they are following via WordPress (rather than an e mail or social media link) I can see their blog, what country they are in , what their interests are etc. This is not from a stalkerish or any other kind of undesirable curiosity, but a genuine interest in who likes what I write and wants to read more and also making me cogniscent of a varied readership.

I always pin my hopes on the fact that if some weeks, it’s not an interesting read to the reader, it’s only 2 minutes of their life I have used up!

So thanks this week to the Deli that is now following me (by the way, your produce looks great), the futness instructor who is also now a reader (maybe you are worried about my connection now with the Deli, and also the previous week the amazing marzipan lover who also joined me) and so on. It’s really good to have my little bit of my life in England, and specifically this corner of Yorkshire now part of yours.

Thanks also for the comments..feedback is good.

Another late arrival

Just as I was a latecomer to the world of blogging, I really am late to the world of Instagram. If I was age 19 or even 29, I would be using Instagram as my means of social media connection with others, photographing every meal, and in short recording my life in images.

As is very evident, age 29 is a distant memory and my use of Instagram is only as a photograph album that I share with family and friends.

Ok, until I realised my privacy settings were, well not so private, I was also sharing my photographs with the world. Not a problem in its own right, but I did seem to encourage ‘connections’ offering me Russian brides (….If only they knew that I am not the route to a passport and a large bank account), Medical Enlargement Clinics offering surgery free treatment presumably to ‘improve my prospects’ with said Russian brides and of course Bitcoin Riches to ensure that myself and new wife Tatanya Yelga Anastasia can live in wealthy bliss back in Vladivostok.

In a way though, it’s more than a photograph album , but a means of me wearing my heart on my sleeve and declaring my love for clouds, sunsets and generally the countryside around us.

But I sense I am not alone…search on #sunsets, #clouds and so on and you will find I am in good company.

Well, maybe just me and three sparrows like these clouds but you know what I mean…

A bit like my blog, my Instagram account is there to be enjoyed by anyone who passes by and drops , but blissfully ignored by the remaining others…..or 99.99999999999999999% of the world’s population as I like to call them.

As always, I hope you enjoyed this. Feel free to comment, share and like.

For the opacarophiles (sunset lovers) just head straight to my Instagram page late.again

Whoops….

My last post ‘Exceedingly good cakes ‘ jumped the gun and landed in many inboxes before, err, it was baked!

It was inadvertently published with a very confusing, garbled and incorrect ending! If you wish to be demystified , go to the blog site to see the corrected version.

Head now bowed in shame….

I will try harder

I will try harder

I will try harder

I will try harder

Fresh new look?

My blog page has been to the spring cleaners but maybe suffering some glitches in its transformation from caterpillar to butterfly.

If you can spare a minute, can I ask you to read and like or comment just so that I can see I am still in touch with the world !

Thanks and Happy Monday

Sweet Dreams ?

One of my subscribers (actually not sure if I like that word, as it reminds me of 1970’s telephone books or exchanges),

so lets just go for readers although technically there is a difference as a reader may just come across this blog (lucky them!) or indeed be directed there by a search engine whereas a subscriber has asked to be notified of each new posting….. anyway, one of my readers told me that last week, by chance this blog was the last thing he read before going to sleep. If I was self deprecating enough I would assume that the blog post had actually sent him to sleep, but anyway it appears the timing of reading was intentional as opposed to a homeopathic cure for insomnia. It seems that the effect of this was, he then had a dream featuring the content of the blog post. Fortunately the post was all about roast beef and Yorkshire pudding Sunday lunches at my parental home and it seems my reader had a very pleasant trip down memory lane and a nice lunch with his now sadly departed grandmother…and all was good…and he didn’t have to wash up!

It does however make me give a word of caution though to anyone planning late night reading of my blog that this may happen. The somewhat varied nature of my posts means that you could find yourself featuring in dreams about cows invading picnics, strange characters on your train journey or unusual taxi trips to name but just a few. You have been warned.

A friend recently recounted to me about a worrying recurring dream where she finds herself in a variety of locations – office, supermarket, post office and most specifically a well known DIY store found in every retail park in the UK wearing…well not much, in fact, just what she was born in. I am sure this means something if I looked it up in a dreams analysis handbook. Maybe it suggests that this is someone not wanting to share secrets or how they feel etc.

Alternatively it might just be suggesting she is exceptionally forgetful..or just a bit of an exhibitionist. To be fair, I dont think these latter two at least are correct.

Thankfully, its not a dream that features in my repertoire – mine is always about arriving late for every possible event and in the most embarrassing big entrance kind of way too. Strange really as I am a pretty good timekeeper and its very rare I am late.

Ignore the name of this blog of course…that’s a metaphorical lateness rather than turning up for a party when the host has got the hoover out!

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Forty today!

I started writing my blog just for fun a few weeks ago. And was somewhat intrigued this morning to see I have just had my fortyieth follower today…..not the dog in the photo (I only count the human ones😁)

For the serious bloggers out there (and I have the greatest respect for you) having achieved forty followers might be more pitied than celebrated! But for me, who thought nobody might read my words it’s a very pleasant surprise .

Anyway to the forty of you, I hope in some tiny way, I enrich your lives 3 days a week.

To numbers 41, 42 etc. looking forward to you joining in too.

Please do comment , share and like if you enjoy it. If it’s not for you I understand…as the saying goes ‘better to have loved and lost than never to have loved before’

With my best wishes to you all…….

Why this blog? Click to find out why I wite these

Finally I’m here..please start on the word finally!

I am somewhat late to this party! Blogs have been around for years and at the last count, there were as far as I know quite a lot of them. In the millions I believe. That however is not really important, but what made me create one is quite simple really. Sainsbury’s (or in fact any supermarket) had previously been my outlet for sharing my words with the captive audience of the cashier unable to escape from me in the way that family and friends can. However out of pity for these people and also the driving advance of self service, I felt a blog may be a more humane alternative. So here we are…just think of this as ‘unexpected item in bagging area’

And about me

I am not your average blogger, but do enjoy sharing life experiences, the funny stuff, the good that that people do. And the name Tockwith? Tockwith is a village where we used to live…I like the name Tockwith. It actually means Dairy Farm in Old English….so there you go! Everyday is an education………

So what next?

More to follow about me, and my life, if you are interested. If you like what you see, please let me know, if it’s not for you, that fine too, I’ll get over it. And there a million other Tockwiths just waiting for you.