The Hobbit, illustrated by Tove Jansson.
I would KILL for a copy of this
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My family have been given a “notice to quit” our current rented home. What this means, is simply - we have to move out and find somewhere new to live, even though we don’t want to.
People mistakenly assume this happens to people whom don’t pay their rent, or destroy the property - however, I can confirm that this can happen, with VERY short notice, to anyone who rents their home privately - even fantastic tenants, such as ourselves.
This is my daughter’s home - or what she believes to be her home. It’s close to our work places, her nursery and our family. However, due to rising rental prices in South Manchester we’re now stuck without a place to move into, as all rent on similar properties within a 5 mile radius is at least £150 a month more than what we’re currently paying.
This situation has come as a real blow to my family, we were happy and settled in our little home. It also means that I can no longer trade as Kittynation.com - my stock for the store will be homeless, as we will no longer be able to afford a home which is big enough to store it.
Therefore, due to having just over a month to find a new home, pack and vacate the property, I am now selling-off all my stock on eBay - with 50% of all proceeds going to several different charities.
There will be 10 different charities, with auctions going in “rounds”.
I’m currently raising money for The Christie (one of Europe’s largest cancer treatment centres) and Down’s Syndrome Association.
(sadly) EVERYTHING MUST GO.
- Dunham Massey National Trust Park
My mum recently purchased a new car, one with an exhaust pipe, that doesn’t cut-out whilst driving around corners. Therefore, I’ve been able to drive again, for the first time in 6 years.
I passed my test when I was 19 years old, and had use of my mum’s car until I was 24, then she had a series of really old “bangers” that were barely road-worthy, yet always seemed to pass their MOT. My mum understandably never felt comfortable with my driving her crapmobile with Yunalesca in tow.
Anyway, now we’ve got use of a car again, I can start to experience life with a toddler in a whole new way. The freedom we now share at the weekends is refreshing - no more waiting for buses, taking 40 minutes to travel what would be a 5 minute car journey.
Have you ever tried to get a bus from South Manchester to Wilmslow, for example? We attempted such a voyage one summer, as we wanted to go to Styal park. After 3 different buses, we ended up in an industrial park in the searing heat. It was impossible. I wonder if the difficulties in Wilmslow-bound travel is simply to keep the public transport-proles out?
It now worries me not, as I got wheels.
Crazy-baby-lady, the bearded one, some deer and ducks - Dunham Massey.
Baby Shirley - just a few days after we rescued her from the river. Someone had burnt her whiskers off with a lighter :(
The day Shirley hid in my sock drawer.
I wanted to post more pictures at once, but I’m using the Tumblr app - it refuses to reason with me.
Anyway, on Sunday I took a photo of a striking Damsel Fly.