Kizzia Mildmay

a blue and white penguin descending into an ice hole while waving its flippers. The white text with a thin black outline reading “See Yah Later” slowly appears and disappears around the image. Alt: a blue and white penguin descending into an ice hole while waving its flippers. The white text with a thin black outline reading “See Yah Later” slowly appears and disappears around the image.

Given the ongoing everything *waves despondently at the weather and the world* I have decide to co-opt a bit of Christianity for my own benefit and give up social media for Lent.

So I’ll see you all on April 5th. Mind you behave yourselves while I’m gone!

I would be off to Denmark for the Gundestrup Cauldron! But I’d make a quick stop at the British Museum for the Sutton Hoo helmet first (if I’m heisting, I’m not following any rules 😁)

I am looking at you with heart eyes. Very respectful heart eyes!

My Great Uncle lived on the opposite edge of the Dene and I have always wondered what the inside of this looked like. Thank you for randomly providing the answer!

The river, so far out of its banks you can’t tell where they were, an hour after sunrise. The sky is dusty blue, the sun has cleared the horizon and is reflecting gold in the water. There is a faint mist floating over the river and the bit of the bank that is left is gilded with frost.

Further along the river, a little later in the morning. There is still mist floating over the far side of the water. The trees on what was the opposite bank are two thirds underwater, the sky is brilliant blue, the water like a mirror and what’s left of the near bank is vivid green.

There is sunshine. The river is more like a lake but there is sunshine! #TheSmallThings #SpreadingJoy

Sending so many hugs. It’s so hard and you’re doing so well despite everything x

Also yes, my partial deafness is indeed partly related to these problems!

You have my sympathy and a solidarity fist bump. I spent my childhood with ear and nose infections. There were gromits, two sinus scrapings (the 2nd one resulting in them having to rebuild my nose) and so many bottles of the banana flavoured antibiotics I cannot bear banana flavoured anything now.

Sending fortitude as well as a hug because, goodness knows, you’re going to need it!

Forgot to tag this #birds 🪶 #BritishBirds

A long-tailed tit (tiny black white and beige feathered bird with beady black eyes and a tail twice as long as its body) is perched, in full sun, in an ornamental crab apple tree with a few red fruits left and a lot of bright green lichen. The sky beyond is slate grey.

A long-tailed tit (tiny black white and beige feathered bird with beady black eyes and a tail twice as long as its body) is perched, in full sun, on a bare branch with bright green lichen. Behind the branch is a red brick wall of the house opposite and to the far left the sky beyond is slate grey.

Despite the black skies the sun has just appeared - finally, it’s been so gloomsome for so long - and it heralded a visit from the Long-tailed Tits #TheSmallThings #SpreadingJoy

Sending healing and hope your way x

Yeah it hasn’t done this for years. So Wet!

My house is off a road called Marshbrook. Which explains why my garden is currently mostly patches of standing water despite being full of mature trees and a hundred year old hedge. The willow, at least, is thrilled by this development!

a little girl is hugging a blue monster from monsters inc Alt: a little girl is hugging a blue monster from monsters inc

I am sending you so many hugs. This weather and the general February gloomsomeness wont be helping either. I know this is advice I find hard to implement myself but do try to be kind to yourself.

Yes. I mean Wuthering Heights is really not my cup of tea in terms of storyline but I appreciate its artistry and the depth of emotions and the overwhelming sense of place that is practically a character in its own right. If anyone could put that on screen effectively I’d be there like a shot.

Yeah that was less a review and more of an evisceration.

Yes, Gran used to give them to me for sweets from the village shop. I still have one ha’penny in my memory box!

Sending hugs.

Age verification?

Half pennies were still legal tender

UK, English, fire engine

Oh that is not good at all! I have fibroids and I’m in perimenopause so I think it’s just par for the course but I’d rather it wasn’t.

Perimenopause, the gift that keeps on giving!

A screenshot from the Bayeux tapestry generator with the words “behold the field in which I grow my ducks. Lay thine eyes upon it and thou shall see that it is barren”

Probably TMI but this is day 14 of my current period - which shows no sign of stopping - and I am cranky, exhausted and completely out of patience with everything.

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Excellent analogy since in both cases it’s an exceptionally unsatisfactory experience.

Thankfully I didn’t shutter my blog, just shifted my monthly update across. But yeah, a huge number of writers whose opinions I value are there so I haven’t deleted.

Almost snap: “Can you explain why you think you need that?”

I have a substack but haven’t posted to it since I saw the info about the funding and the founders. When I’ve got the time and energy I’ll be porting the posts back across to my blog and running solely from there going forward.

So do I, a many tabbed one!