BLACK MORNING today..
Dearest Debbie, aka Ellie of Ellie's Goaty Milk Dairy, has jurst sent a message to say that Hugo, the very small Goaty Boy Kid, died in her arms at 3.00am this morning...
Such sad news.. especially as he was doing well and learning proper Goaty tricks, like how to squeeeeze between bars and help himself to extra yumyum.. he was a boy after our own hearts as he was NORTY...
It is very strange how life happens sometimes.. Debbie does not name her Boy Kids but she gave this tiny little Kid the name of HER papa.. if YOU have read all of MY Blogs posts, then YOU will remember the story of Hugo and Victoria going shopping in Tenterden... Hugo LURVED Victoria and Victoria jurst LURVED Hugo because, amongst other reasons, he spoke fluent Goat.
So Hugo, Constance and Victoria will take very special care of little Hugo Kid.
Thank YOU Debbie for being his GoatyMum for the very short time he was on earth. Thank YOU for 'snuggling' him and WE thank David, Francesca and Monica for loving him too.
Wet eyed... Byebye.
GeeGee Parrot.
March 31st
Saturday 31 March 2012
Friday 30 March 2012
YOU'VE GOT MAIL...
HeeHeeHee...
Sorry Dear Reader, I am so full of self that forgot manners.... norty Parrot that I am... but I GOT MAIL and it wasn't MY Burthday. MY burthday is July 29th. Please note in YOUR diaries..
Not Gross Fib, I got a card from Granny-Jo, addressed to ME, sent by Royal Mail.. John, Posty Counter Man at the sorting office knew it was for ME because when SHE went to collect HER post from Victoria he said "and a card for your Parrot", so OUR Posty Man has been talking about ME and SHE came through front door saying "YOU'VE GOT MAIL".. jurst like in the movie!
Wasn't that kind of Granny-Jo, it was in response to HER sending Granny-Jo a Reddy... but she said in the card "that I was to stop plucking", what bit of "I only plucked once" don't YOU Readers understand? AND I have NEVER plucked a Reddy, they fall out, SHE collects them and somewhere SHE has all Dagga-Parrot's Reddies as well.
I know, I know.. I haven't written for ages, it is all HER fault. SHE has wind under HER 'Tail' and BIG gardening bug, poor ole WigglyWorms are being molested and poor ole Mister Centipede, well, he does not stand a chance as SHE has two red chested helpers. Aka Mister and Misses Robin, they stand on HER work boot as SHE digs and swoop.. there goes Mister Centipede, off to Robin's nest.
SHE has bought herself a new 2 stroke petrol grass cutter, petrol plus some oil to mix. 4 pulls of the cord and off SHE went to cut paths.. SHE does it once and two days later does it again, now SHE will cut it with Master Lawnmower.. he makes paths all smooth and tidy. But first SHE had to cut long straggly winter grass and rake it all-up.. SHE lays grass on terrace to dry, then it will go whooosh into flames in incinerator.
The blossom on fruit trees is marvellous! 'Sonesta' Plum is best, swiftly followed by Yellow Gage, Cherries are a little behind Gages and Plums except for one tree which is a Yellow Cherry.. hohoho.. SCRUMMYDUMPTIOUS!
Figs are farrrsst asleep! WE have Fig at home and he has three leaves showing.. none of the allotment figs are even awake! Autumn Raspberries are beginning to show signs of life.. not a lot but a little.
Peonies are all wide awake and raring to go, silly gurls, they LURVE cold winters with lots of snow.. daft women!
Asparagus is poking nose out.. too soon SHE told it and WE need LOTS and LOTS of rain, too dry, too early but it will be a good year for the stone fruit if it continues like this, no wind means blossoms will set properly, SHE will have lots to bottle and give away at Christmas time, SHE also makes Fruit Liquers, they are very tasty indeed, I am told by a very reliable source!
Bean beds are dug and covered, so are Pumpkin beds. WE grow Tomatoes at home like WE did last year, SHE grows Indeterminates in very deep pots and Cherries in baskets on wall.. no problem to water them a little at night and pinch them out if they are getting too leggy, SHE starts them off next week, last date that norty ole Jack Frost comes around is June 9th, so SHE has two months to grow Tomato plants before they go outside.
WE have a new Dear Reader in Exeter... Caroline, friend of HER for lonnnng time, Caroline has daughter whose 'real' name I do not know, SHE always calls her 'Long Legs'.. Caroline says she enjoys reading MY Blog, she wrote this in a card to HER.. perhaps she didn't realise that people write to ME!! And, that I LURVE getting MY own post or mail.
When is Rosamund coming back from Australia? WE need to know because WE want to hear what has or is happening with their new house which overlooks the lake, such a pretty view that she sent us, jurst too lovely for words. Also WE want to know how Lotta is getting on with her new home in Hamburg.
Did I tell YOU that SHE rejoined HER Cinema / Film Club? Last Tuesday SHE went with two neighbours to see 'Casalanca' and eat Chinese.. SHE came home laughing, always nice to hear one's beloveds laugh, SHE had forgotten how very funny the film was.. "round up the usual suspects", SHE had also forgotten that phrase came from Casablanca.
This Tuesday Diane and SHE are going to see 'Some Like it Hot', one of HER very all time favourite films.. and eat Chinese.. £4.00 for the cinema ticket and a little bit more for chilli yumyum.. what a pleasant evening!
Talk about evenings reminds ME that I need a little munch of MY favourite bread as a snacket before I go to sleep... I am pouncing around on HER head as SHE writes.. hopefully this will convey hunger rather than need to scratch HER head!!
Yes, WE are off.. so "good night" to YOU all and very many thanks to dearest Mister Bob in New York City who did HER an enormous favour!! Kind Mister Bob, SHE has not seen him or Mister Tom for FIVE lonnng years.. not working for HER American clients means no trips to America, SHE misses that part of HER life... maybe they will come here?!! That would be fun! They would see BIG change at allotment, as they saw it in 2003!!
So sleep well or have a happy day.. it all depends where YOU are in the world Dear Reader, WE also have Dear Reader Mister Sam in New York City, he wrote to HER today hoping that "all is well", SHE has not seen Mister Sam either for five or six years, again, too lonnng.
GeeGee Parrot.
March 30th, 2010.
Sorry Dear Reader, I am so full of self that forgot manners.... norty Parrot that I am... but I GOT MAIL and it wasn't MY Burthday. MY burthday is July 29th. Please note in YOUR diaries..
Not Gross Fib, I got a card from Granny-Jo, addressed to ME, sent by Royal Mail.. John, Posty Counter Man at the sorting office knew it was for ME because when SHE went to collect HER post from Victoria he said "and a card for your Parrot", so OUR Posty Man has been talking about ME and SHE came through front door saying "YOU'VE GOT MAIL".. jurst like in the movie!
Wasn't that kind of Granny-Jo, it was in response to HER sending Granny-Jo a Reddy... but she said in the card "that I was to stop plucking", what bit of "I only plucked once" don't YOU Readers understand? AND I have NEVER plucked a Reddy, they fall out, SHE collects them and somewhere SHE has all Dagga-Parrot's Reddies as well.
I know, I know.. I haven't written for ages, it is all HER fault. SHE has wind under HER 'Tail' and BIG gardening bug, poor ole WigglyWorms are being molested and poor ole Mister Centipede, well, he does not stand a chance as SHE has two red chested helpers. Aka Mister and Misses Robin, they stand on HER work boot as SHE digs and swoop.. there goes Mister Centipede, off to Robin's nest.
SHE has bought herself a new 2 stroke petrol grass cutter, petrol plus some oil to mix. 4 pulls of the cord and off SHE went to cut paths.. SHE does it once and two days later does it again, now SHE will cut it with Master Lawnmower.. he makes paths all smooth and tidy. But first SHE had to cut long straggly winter grass and rake it all-up.. SHE lays grass on terrace to dry, then it will go whooosh into flames in incinerator.
The blossom on fruit trees is marvellous! 'Sonesta' Plum is best, swiftly followed by Yellow Gage, Cherries are a little behind Gages and Plums except for one tree which is a Yellow Cherry.. hohoho.. SCRUMMYDUMPTIOUS!
Figs are farrrsst asleep! WE have Fig at home and he has three leaves showing.. none of the allotment figs are even awake! Autumn Raspberries are beginning to show signs of life.. not a lot but a little.
Peonies are all wide awake and raring to go, silly gurls, they LURVE cold winters with lots of snow.. daft women!
Asparagus is poking nose out.. too soon SHE told it and WE need LOTS and LOTS of rain, too dry, too early but it will be a good year for the stone fruit if it continues like this, no wind means blossoms will set properly, SHE will have lots to bottle and give away at Christmas time, SHE also makes Fruit Liquers, they are very tasty indeed, I am told by a very reliable source!
Bean beds are dug and covered, so are Pumpkin beds. WE grow Tomatoes at home like WE did last year, SHE grows Indeterminates in very deep pots and Cherries in baskets on wall.. no problem to water them a little at night and pinch them out if they are getting too leggy, SHE starts them off next week, last date that norty ole Jack Frost comes around is June 9th, so SHE has two months to grow Tomato plants before they go outside.
WE have a new Dear Reader in Exeter... Caroline, friend of HER for lonnnng time, Caroline has daughter whose 'real' name I do not know, SHE always calls her 'Long Legs'.. Caroline says she enjoys reading MY Blog, she wrote this in a card to HER.. perhaps she didn't realise that people write to ME!! And, that I LURVE getting MY own post or mail.
When is Rosamund coming back from Australia? WE need to know because WE want to hear what has or is happening with their new house which overlooks the lake, such a pretty view that she sent us, jurst too lovely for words. Also WE want to know how Lotta is getting on with her new home in Hamburg.
Did I tell YOU that SHE rejoined HER Cinema / Film Club? Last Tuesday SHE went with two neighbours to see 'Casalanca' and eat Chinese.. SHE came home laughing, always nice to hear one's beloveds laugh, SHE had forgotten how very funny the film was.. "round up the usual suspects", SHE had also forgotten that phrase came from Casablanca.
This Tuesday Diane and SHE are going to see 'Some Like it Hot', one of HER very all time favourite films.. and eat Chinese.. £4.00 for the cinema ticket and a little bit more for chilli yumyum.. what a pleasant evening!
Talk about evenings reminds ME that I need a little munch of MY favourite bread as a snacket before I go to sleep... I am pouncing around on HER head as SHE writes.. hopefully this will convey hunger rather than need to scratch HER head!!
Yes, WE are off.. so "good night" to YOU all and very many thanks to dearest Mister Bob in New York City who did HER an enormous favour!! Kind Mister Bob, SHE has not seen him or Mister Tom for FIVE lonnng years.. not working for HER American clients means no trips to America, SHE misses that part of HER life... maybe they will come here?!! That would be fun! They would see BIG change at allotment, as they saw it in 2003!!
So sleep well or have a happy day.. it all depends where YOU are in the world Dear Reader, WE also have Dear Reader Mister Sam in New York City, he wrote to HER today hoping that "all is well", SHE has not seen Mister Sam either for five or six years, again, too lonnng.
GeeGee Parrot.
March 30th, 2010.
Tuesday 20 March 2012
QUILT MAKERS.
Dear Reader.
It has come to MY attention that YOU may be under the impression that I am still plucking MY feathers out. This is NOT the case, I did dreadful deed jurst once because I was attacked by a drunk called Jo, NOT OUR beloved Jo, aka Granny, another Jo, aka stupid girl, who had been an assistant to Studio Owner.
SHE and the current assistant had been told Stupid Jo, as I shall call her, had been a nightmare. They wondered why she was invited back into Studio as she was close to a number of people who were not supposed to be very trustworthy but it was not their place to question other people's judgement... and they were never given a straight answer if they did.
Stupid Jo arrived merry and proceeded to become exceedingly drunk and showed herself to be a thoroughly unpleasant character, for, seeing I was in MY cage and knowing that SHE was out shopping, she blew smoke at ME, Dear Reader, the smell and MY DEAR, she smelt, ugh, uggy pooh, of stale alcohol, cigarettes and cheap 'perfume'.
Parrots have air sacks and smoke can and does kill us. So I plucked MY chest, leg and stomach in fear and panic.. YOU cannot imagine HER face when SHE saw the damage I had done, SHE took ME out of cage to cuddle, SHE smelt smoke and knew what had happened. But drunk, nasty, stupid girl got her comeuppance. Stupid people usually do, which is why I am SO glad WE don't have anything to do with that place anymore.
But that was then and this is now.. MY feathers are growing back, I even have MY three little 'Pinky People' back! I didn't want YOU all to think that WE have this new job as feather quilt makers!
SHE got up early this morning, in fact, OUR day started very early this morning at around 3am.. I was restless and could not settle, SHE got up, opened cage, picked ME up and got back into bed.. heheheeheeee, cosy warm, snuggly buggly under quilt, toasty toes on HER fleecey jimjam covered arm and offfff WE went, back to sleep.. to wake up with the alarm at 7am..
Time to get up and shake pans.. I had been an exceedingly good parrot and not done any 'unmentionables' in HER bed and so I got.. yes, MY favourite breakfast.. Fried Egg, sunny side up, on Rye and Sunflower bread", oh fiddle-the-diddle. Man, I LURVE that combination.
SHE has this fabulous griddle on which SHE cooks everything for a fried breakfast, the bacon, tomatoes, mushrooms and sausages and the fat in which the eggs cook has JURST a little taste of the other goodies... heaven on a plate!
At about 9am guests left, SHE stripped beds, did laundry, turned room back into sitting room, put up ironing board, ironed quilt covers, pillowcases and sheets, loaded dishwasher ready for tonight, no point in running it with only a few things. Cleaned bathroom, hoovered and abracadabra.. bingo.. one clean home.
WE had a mini little snacket of fruit with a lick of Humous, then SHE went out to do Banking and Posty Office, SHE sent packets of coffee and a bottle of magic Oil to Debi in Sheffield and a mysterious envelope to someone else.. nope, Beak sealed, YOU will jurst have to wait!
SHE came home before dark, opened emails and read newspaper whilst WE had a cup of tea, SHE laughed when SHE read Rosamund's email from 'down under', Rosamund was wondering what she had done to be classified as a norty Australian! Then BiBi dearest telephoned and they arranged when and where to meet tomorrow, they are going to The Bada Fair, so lunch in the Lebanese on the Kings Road is perfect.
Do YOU remember the story of The Pigeon who never flew? SHE wrote about Peter Pigeon in the Tale of The English Duke, a Georgian Prince and The Pilot, well, tomorrow SHE will tell YOU, Dear Reader, the Tale of Janni and Peter Pigeon... Hold onto your tissues Dear Reader, it is a very sweet Tale..
And now.. WE are going to read a book called The Shape of Water. WE wish YOU a very pleasant evening or midday if YOU are Rosamund in Australia-land or our Nameless Dear Reader in Brazil!
GeeGee Parrot.
March 20th, 2012.
It has come to MY attention that YOU may be under the impression that I am still plucking MY feathers out. This is NOT the case, I did dreadful deed jurst once because I was attacked by a drunk called Jo, NOT OUR beloved Jo, aka Granny, another Jo, aka stupid girl, who had been an assistant to Studio Owner.
SHE and the current assistant had been told Stupid Jo, as I shall call her, had been a nightmare. They wondered why she was invited back into Studio as she was close to a number of people who were not supposed to be very trustworthy but it was not their place to question other people's judgement... and they were never given a straight answer if they did.
Stupid Jo arrived merry and proceeded to become exceedingly drunk and showed herself to be a thoroughly unpleasant character, for, seeing I was in MY cage and knowing that SHE was out shopping, she blew smoke at ME, Dear Reader, the smell and MY DEAR, she smelt, ugh, uggy pooh, of stale alcohol, cigarettes and cheap 'perfume'.
Parrots have air sacks and smoke can and does kill us. So I plucked MY chest, leg and stomach in fear and panic.. YOU cannot imagine HER face when SHE saw the damage I had done, SHE took ME out of cage to cuddle, SHE smelt smoke and knew what had happened. But drunk, nasty, stupid girl got her comeuppance. Stupid people usually do, which is why I am SO glad WE don't have anything to do with that place anymore.
But that was then and this is now.. MY feathers are growing back, I even have MY three little 'Pinky People' back! I didn't want YOU all to think that WE have this new job as feather quilt makers!
SHE got up early this morning, in fact, OUR day started very early this morning at around 3am.. I was restless and could not settle, SHE got up, opened cage, picked ME up and got back into bed.. heheheeheeee, cosy warm, snuggly buggly under quilt, toasty toes on HER fleecey jimjam covered arm and offfff WE went, back to sleep.. to wake up with the alarm at 7am..
Time to get up and shake pans.. I had been an exceedingly good parrot and not done any 'unmentionables' in HER bed and so I got.. yes, MY favourite breakfast.. Fried Egg, sunny side up, on Rye and Sunflower bread", oh fiddle-the-diddle. Man, I LURVE that combination.
SHE has this fabulous griddle on which SHE cooks everything for a fried breakfast, the bacon, tomatoes, mushrooms and sausages and the fat in which the eggs cook has JURST a little taste of the other goodies... heaven on a plate!
At about 9am guests left, SHE stripped beds, did laundry, turned room back into sitting room, put up ironing board, ironed quilt covers, pillowcases and sheets, loaded dishwasher ready for tonight, no point in running it with only a few things. Cleaned bathroom, hoovered and abracadabra.. bingo.. one clean home.
WE had a mini little snacket of fruit with a lick of Humous, then SHE went out to do Banking and Posty Office, SHE sent packets of coffee and a bottle of magic Oil to Debi in Sheffield and a mysterious envelope to someone else.. nope, Beak sealed, YOU will jurst have to wait!
SHE came home before dark, opened emails and read newspaper whilst WE had a cup of tea, SHE laughed when SHE read Rosamund's email from 'down under', Rosamund was wondering what she had done to be classified as a norty Australian! Then BiBi dearest telephoned and they arranged when and where to meet tomorrow, they are going to The Bada Fair, so lunch in the Lebanese on the Kings Road is perfect.
Do YOU remember the story of The Pigeon who never flew? SHE wrote about Peter Pigeon in the Tale of The English Duke, a Georgian Prince and The Pilot, well, tomorrow SHE will tell YOU, Dear Reader, the Tale of Janni and Peter Pigeon... Hold onto your tissues Dear Reader, it is a very sweet Tale..
And now.. WE are going to read a book called The Shape of Water. WE wish YOU a very pleasant evening or midday if YOU are Rosamund in Australia-land or our Nameless Dear Reader in Brazil!
GeeGee Parrot.
March 20th, 2012.
Monday 19 March 2012
TERMS OF ENDEARMENT.....
Good evening to YOU all... WE see those norty Australian Dear Readers are back reading MY Blog so WE will also say "Gudday"...
Yes, I have food in tummy, 'wind under tail' and life is good.. in fact, I see that Madame Darcy noticed that I had 'wind under tail' and posted a comment after reading last night's post, very astute woman that... WE wish her all the best with her knee, she has had an operation and is, WE hope, doing the exercises to make it flexible and strong. WE want to read more on HER blog, she writes about her life with 'ole J-J and her seven sons', yes, YOU read it right.. she had seven boys!
What does your beloved call YOU, Dear Reader? I ask YOU this because WE were in the kitchen cooking today and I realised that if someone was listening to HER talking to ME, well... they would think SHE was an ole meanie and that SHE didn't like ME very much...
I will give YOU a small example of what SHE calls me to MY Beak! I am called Stinky, Smelly Chops, Stinky-No-Good-Doodle-Bugging-Parrot, Funky Munky, Fat Face, Captain Beaky and her Crew, Book Eating Monster Mouse, Silly Bird...
And I LURVE HER.. because when SHE is calling ME these 'dreadful' names.. SHE is usually giving ME a cuddle and a kiss... and scratch about the chops..
WE had nice things happen today, one came from Jo, she is a Dear Reader, aka Granny. She is a seriously bright and clever woman who reads 'proper' books and stuff and do YOU know what she wrote to HER this morning?
YOU better sit down Dear Reader... for Jo wrote "oh, your blog is the highlight of my day", I know, I know, she undoubtedly is being TOO generous with her praise, she is probably after a 'Reddy', that's what it is.. Note to SELF: Put Reddy into post to Jo immediately!
And another nice thing was that WE heard from Debi in Sheffield. Her team of Doctors are 'on the case'... YIPPEE.. and about time too! How is she supposed to get about without crutches? WE still can't believe it as only two months ago Debi came to stay for a long week end and HER and Debi ran all over town .. up hill, down hill, all over the place and now Debi cannot walk without crutches, something went in her spine and now she is in great pain.
Later on in the day SHE was in North End Road Market, SHE went to Dickinsons the Butcher, into ole Wicker Trolley went.. Cumberland Sausages, Unsmoked Bacon, 2 dozen Eggs, from Geoff's wife, Sally, SHE got Tomatoes, Mushrooms and delicious Bread from Baker, yummy tummy, WE have Gill's sister and brother-in-law staying and they are in for a SCRUMMYDUMPTIOUS breakfast!
IF I remember to behave myself and NOT get too excited about the whole thing, I will have an egg... oh pleeeease.. oh Heavens-to-Betsy, HOW I LURVE Fried Egg.. sunny side up on Rye.
Oh, it is enough to make MY chops water.. the other thing that makes MY chops water is the sight of a Persimmon.. and ole Wicker spilt Beans and told ME that SHE bought some, Fried Egg AND Persimmon.. I would be good for a whole day! Promise.. Not a Porky Pie, aka lie, in sight!
And to rhyme with sight comes night.. which it is, it is our bed time, SHE has to get up early to make 'Licky' and Mike their breakfast.. so WE send YOU our very bestest wishes.
Good night Dear Reader.
GeeGee Parrot.
March 19th, 2012.
Yes, I have food in tummy, 'wind under tail' and life is good.. in fact, I see that Madame Darcy noticed that I had 'wind under tail' and posted a comment after reading last night's post, very astute woman that... WE wish her all the best with her knee, she has had an operation and is, WE hope, doing the exercises to make it flexible and strong. WE want to read more on HER blog, she writes about her life with 'ole J-J and her seven sons', yes, YOU read it right.. she had seven boys!
What does your beloved call YOU, Dear Reader? I ask YOU this because WE were in the kitchen cooking today and I realised that if someone was listening to HER talking to ME, well... they would think SHE was an ole meanie and that SHE didn't like ME very much...
I will give YOU a small example of what SHE calls me to MY Beak! I am called Stinky, Smelly Chops, Stinky-No-Good-Doodle-Bugging-Parrot, Funky Munky, Fat Face, Captain Beaky and her Crew, Book Eating Monster Mouse, Silly Bird...
And I LURVE HER.. because when SHE is calling ME these 'dreadful' names.. SHE is usually giving ME a cuddle and a kiss... and scratch about the chops..
WE had nice things happen today, one came from Jo, she is a Dear Reader, aka Granny. She is a seriously bright and clever woman who reads 'proper' books and stuff and do YOU know what she wrote to HER this morning?
YOU better sit down Dear Reader... for Jo wrote "oh, your blog is the highlight of my day", I know, I know, she undoubtedly is being TOO generous with her praise, she is probably after a 'Reddy', that's what it is.. Note to SELF: Put Reddy into post to Jo immediately!
And another nice thing was that WE heard from Debi in Sheffield. Her team of Doctors are 'on the case'... YIPPEE.. and about time too! How is she supposed to get about without crutches? WE still can't believe it as only two months ago Debi came to stay for a long week end and HER and Debi ran all over town .. up hill, down hill, all over the place and now Debi cannot walk without crutches, something went in her spine and now she is in great pain.
Later on in the day SHE was in North End Road Market, SHE went to Dickinsons the Butcher, into ole Wicker Trolley went.. Cumberland Sausages, Unsmoked Bacon, 2 dozen Eggs, from Geoff's wife, Sally, SHE got Tomatoes, Mushrooms and delicious Bread from Baker, yummy tummy, WE have Gill's sister and brother-in-law staying and they are in for a SCRUMMYDUMPTIOUS breakfast!
IF I remember to behave myself and NOT get too excited about the whole thing, I will have an egg... oh pleeeease.. oh Heavens-to-Betsy, HOW I LURVE Fried Egg.. sunny side up on Rye.
Oh, it is enough to make MY chops water.. the other thing that makes MY chops water is the sight of a Persimmon.. and ole Wicker spilt Beans and told ME that SHE bought some, Fried Egg AND Persimmon.. I would be good for a whole day! Promise.. Not a Porky Pie, aka lie, in sight!
And to rhyme with sight comes night.. which it is, it is our bed time, SHE has to get up early to make 'Licky' and Mike their breakfast.. so WE send YOU our very bestest wishes.
Good night Dear Reader.
GeeGee Parrot.
March 19th, 2012.
Sunday 18 March 2012
KISSES ON THE BOTTOM!!
Dear Reader... Greetings!
WE are very pleased to report that SHE has been to see HER new medical team and they are very "up to speed" and on the ball! I would not like to be the medical staff at the last hospital that WAS supposed to be taking care of HER, new Consultant verbally tore strip off old MicroBiologist and is writing to lodge a complaint against the whole of the last team.
Nice new shiny Consultant was very kind and talked to HER for over thirty minutes. Leaving HER with faith that, finally, someone might be getting close to the answer.
Back to title of today's post...
SHE came back from the hospital visit via China Town, yes, Dear Reader, SHE snuck off and ate Chinese food all by herself! BIG treat to sit quietly and eat delicious yumyum with chilli.. then SHE caught ole 19 home, came into flat, and found ME waiting for HER in usual place.. top of bedroom door.
SHE put hand up, I stepped down and suddenly whoosh, I was upside down being kissed and nosed all over.. it is SO cheeky when SHE does this.. but I allowed it to happen as it means that OUR life is going to be happier, because between YOU, ME and front door, if Truth is to be told and Truth should always be told, well... it has been jurst a 'trifle' dismal.
SHE grabs ME.. YOU realise that this shows no respect for MY person... and fiddles about with chest, pokes nose under wing, gives kisses on bottom, then blows warm air on tummy!
I know why SHE does this, it is to see how MY feather regrowth is coming along! And I am very pleased to tell YOU that chest, leg and neck feathers have grown back. YOU will remember back in December that I plucked these feathers when awful drunk woman blew smoke at ME, ugh, SO glad WE won't ever see that person again!
In order to help with these new feathers, SHE is kind and helps by doing ole fiddle and scratch, I am able to get most of them out of the shaft but at side of head around ears, yes, of course I have ears, it is a bit difficult so SHE gives a hand by gently scratching the new feathers out of their casing.. I LURVE it when SHE scratches MY nape too... I put head down and try to make HER realise that dreaded Bad Bat Behaviour will not jump to the surface and play ole munch and nip with HER fingers... Then it is a little scratch here, a bigger scratch here and a scratch scratch there... bliss!
WE woke up this morning and saw bright light coming around blinds, SHE slid out of bed, drew curtains and wow, there was ole sun himself.. huh, he has not been around a lot recently, has he? He has been lolling about somewhere else and it certainly wasn't in OUR neck of wood but neither have WE had much rain, WE had a couple of mini showers last week but earth will be very dry at allotments, SHE will be spending several days there this week.
Not on Wednesday though, SHE has a ticket for two people to the BADA (British Antique Dealer's Association) Show at The Duke of Yorks on the Kings Road, SHE is going with BiBi dearest, they will have lunch, then go to Fair, I wonder how many of HER old clients will be showing there?
SHE has rejoined Film Club in Leicester Place, huh.. and I know what is going to happen, on cold dull days SHE will catch norty ole 19 to Shaftesbury Avenue, sidle into HER favourite Chinese for soup and barbecued pork + chilli, then saunter off to watch movies! In the middle of the day.. such behaviour!
WE have to say that SHE has been very touched by the concern shown to her by kind friends, some of who have taken time to send her a card, an email or to telephone HER, it is very sweet of them and YOU to wish HER well.
So WE hope that soon WE will be able to call, post and write to them and YOU Dear Reader to tell what new shiny Consultant has said. Fingers crossed for GOOD news please!
WE want to know how Ellie Goaty person got on at Fair at Epsom, she was there for two days with her delicious Goaty products and WE want to know how many Goaty children have been born?
Meanwhile back home on the ranch.. WE are having to ration our Goaty Milk intake as WE don't get to see Ellie unti Saturday... WE don't want ole Mr.Woe back in kitchen, no, WE don't.
Bye Bye.. Have a very happy week.
GeeGee Parrot.
March 18th, 2012.
WE are very pleased to report that SHE has been to see HER new medical team and they are very "up to speed" and on the ball! I would not like to be the medical staff at the last hospital that WAS supposed to be taking care of HER, new Consultant verbally tore strip off old MicroBiologist and is writing to lodge a complaint against the whole of the last team.
Nice new shiny Consultant was very kind and talked to HER for over thirty minutes. Leaving HER with faith that, finally, someone might be getting close to the answer.
Back to title of today's post...
SHE came back from the hospital visit via China Town, yes, Dear Reader, SHE snuck off and ate Chinese food all by herself! BIG treat to sit quietly and eat delicious yumyum with chilli.. then SHE caught ole 19 home, came into flat, and found ME waiting for HER in usual place.. top of bedroom door.
SHE put hand up, I stepped down and suddenly whoosh, I was upside down being kissed and nosed all over.. it is SO cheeky when SHE does this.. but I allowed it to happen as it means that OUR life is going to be happier, because between YOU, ME and front door, if Truth is to be told and Truth should always be told, well... it has been jurst a 'trifle' dismal.
SHE grabs ME.. YOU realise that this shows no respect for MY person... and fiddles about with chest, pokes nose under wing, gives kisses on bottom, then blows warm air on tummy!
I know why SHE does this, it is to see how MY feather regrowth is coming along! And I am very pleased to tell YOU that chest, leg and neck feathers have grown back. YOU will remember back in December that I plucked these feathers when awful drunk woman blew smoke at ME, ugh, SO glad WE won't ever see that person again!
In order to help with these new feathers, SHE is kind and helps by doing ole fiddle and scratch, I am able to get most of them out of the shaft but at side of head around ears, yes, of course I have ears, it is a bit difficult so SHE gives a hand by gently scratching the new feathers out of their casing.. I LURVE it when SHE scratches MY nape too... I put head down and try to make HER realise that dreaded Bad Bat Behaviour will not jump to the surface and play ole munch and nip with HER fingers... Then it is a little scratch here, a bigger scratch here and a scratch scratch there... bliss!
WE woke up this morning and saw bright light coming around blinds, SHE slid out of bed, drew curtains and wow, there was ole sun himself.. huh, he has not been around a lot recently, has he? He has been lolling about somewhere else and it certainly wasn't in OUR neck of wood but neither have WE had much rain, WE had a couple of mini showers last week but earth will be very dry at allotments, SHE will be spending several days there this week.
Not on Wednesday though, SHE has a ticket for two people to the BADA (British Antique Dealer's Association) Show at The Duke of Yorks on the Kings Road, SHE is going with BiBi dearest, they will have lunch, then go to Fair, I wonder how many of HER old clients will be showing there?
SHE has rejoined Film Club in Leicester Place, huh.. and I know what is going to happen, on cold dull days SHE will catch norty ole 19 to Shaftesbury Avenue, sidle into HER favourite Chinese for soup and barbecued pork + chilli, then saunter off to watch movies! In the middle of the day.. such behaviour!
WE have to say that SHE has been very touched by the concern shown to her by kind friends, some of who have taken time to send her a card, an email or to telephone HER, it is very sweet of them and YOU to wish HER well.
So WE hope that soon WE will be able to call, post and write to them and YOU Dear Reader to tell what new shiny Consultant has said. Fingers crossed for GOOD news please!
WE want to know how Ellie Goaty person got on at Fair at Epsom, she was there for two days with her delicious Goaty products and WE want to know how many Goaty children have been born?
Meanwhile back home on the ranch.. WE are having to ration our Goaty Milk intake as WE don't get to see Ellie unti Saturday... WE don't want ole Mr.Woe back in kitchen, no, WE don't.
Bye Bye.. Have a very happy week.
GeeGee Parrot.
March 18th, 2012.
Tuesday 13 March 2012
OUR apologies...
WE are sorry not to be posting our usual quota of posts onto MY Blog but I am sad to have to tell YOU that SHE is not well, this means SHE is not a happy Gurl and I am not a happy Bird.
In the middle of January SHE was told by a nice man who was the Consultant and head of HER team of doctors "All is well, I am discharging you".. and WE were very happy and rolled out many barrels of Rum and played the Fool.
Sadly, he spoke too soon. ALL is NOT well and tomorrow SHE has an emergency appointment to meet another team of Specialists.
The combination of being concerned about HER health and being 'disappointed' by a couple of people's behaviour means that our life is a little subdued at the moment. So rather than tell YOU gross fibs and pretend that 'everything in the garden is rosy-posy', I am telling YOU as I know YOU will understand if I don't post as often as before.
Dear Readers, WE wish YOU happiness and good health. Please look after yourselves.
GeeGee Parrot.
March 13th, 2012.
In the middle of January SHE was told by a nice man who was the Consultant and head of HER team of doctors "All is well, I am discharging you".. and WE were very happy and rolled out many barrels of Rum and played the Fool.
Sadly, he spoke too soon. ALL is NOT well and tomorrow SHE has an emergency appointment to meet another team of Specialists.
The combination of being concerned about HER health and being 'disappointed' by a couple of people's behaviour means that our life is a little subdued at the moment. So rather than tell YOU gross fibs and pretend that 'everything in the garden is rosy-posy', I am telling YOU as I know YOU will understand if I don't post as often as before.
Dear Readers, WE wish YOU happiness and good health. Please look after yourselves.
GeeGee Parrot.
March 13th, 2012.
Wednesday 7 March 2012
Hugo and The Monk
HoHoHo.. it's cold enough to snow.. bbbrrr.
And, according to Charles and Mili up at 1,000 feet somewhere in Welsh Wales, it HAS snowed and they've also had ole Jack gleefully scattering his frosty wares about, so norty ole Jack Frost.
Meanwhile, in deepest Knightsbridge, it is raining and cold, what a welcome home for Gill who has just returned from Bankok and Hong Kong! But, she said that it was chilly there too with only 11 degrees and no heat in the hotel room.. brass monkeys!
SHE has turned the boiler on to keep house dry and warm, there are no people living above or behind us at the moment, it is much warmer when they are here as they also have the lower back part of the house and there is a BIG hot radiator against the common wall, this means that their heat keeps our flat warm. FREE heat, WE like that. Infact, WE like it a lot!
WE watched a very scary documentary film last night on Sunspots, Solar storms and what happens when the earth gets hit by these, why we have those space things, whose names has escaped my Parrot brain, these giant 'things' monitor the Sun's activity and give us warnings. And there is a station up on the Artic Circle who are 'listening' to the sound the Sun makes.. fascinating stuff these scientists get up to!
Hugo always said that he didn't think it was so much Solar Warming as Sunspot activity, that was the death of the Age of Dynosaurs etc due to the earth being hit by a massive storm and this was exactly what the scientists were talking about last night.. pooooofff, we have a few hours of warning that one is heading our way but what to do? If there is a massive Solar storm coming our way bringing with it dust and heat, how are we supposed to survive.. we won't, that is the answer.
Happier things, I have given HER a nudge..
SHE has had an email from Anne, she is a cousin, daughter of Robert, usually called Bob. She has found a lot of photos circa 1945, they will be of when Constance and Hugo were first married and living waaaay up in the North of India.
Hugo was young when the Second World War started, he was a student at The Slade Art School.
Many years later in 1972, SHE was in Paris when the telephone rang. It was Constance, in shock, to say that she had been telphoned by a Spanish friend who said that Hugo had had a very severe stroke and was in Hospital on the island of Tenerife. He had been working there on Juan-Pepe's house.
Constance, herself, was unwell and asked her daughter to fly to Tenrife to collect Hugo and to bring him back to England. It was May, flights were full but thank heavens for a compassionate woman at Air France, she routed HER to Tenerife via Madrid and off SHE flew.
To be met at the airport by the friend, he warned HER not to be shocked as Hugo was dreadfully thin.. SHE took a deep breath and went into the room to see HER papa, he was conscious and looking at HER, he was completely paralysed, the only thing that moved were his eyes...
SHE smiled at HER papa and stroked his face and bent to kiss his face, then SHE laughed and said "oh no, MY Papa is not thin, he is a fat brown Farver".. for he was exactly as SHE had known him when SHE was a very young child in Malaya.
In a collection of photos from the same era on HER bedroom wall there was, and still is, a little black and white photograph of Hugo, very slim and as brown as a berry sitting on the beach at Port Dixon.
And he had written on the back 'Fat brown Farver, 1953'...
SHE asked HER papa "Do you remember what you wrote, blink twice if you do"... two blinks were done, SHE turned to Juan-Pepe and said "thank you, Juan-Pepe, everything is ok, he'll recover". And he did.. apart from dragging his right foot when he got tired and he made himself draw, paint and write with his left hand.
HER parents went to live in Andalucia. They lived on the back road from Coin to Mijas. Hugo went to the local Art School in Mijas and learnt how to use clay, this was in order to get more movement back into his hands.
And he found a new love!
He had sketched and painted with oils and water colours but had never ever done any sculpture. He LURVED this new medium and within the first six months of his first touching clay, he held a small exhibition in a Gallery in Mijas... and everything sold!
He and Constance were shocked beyond belief, they knew that a couple of people had expressed interest in a couple of the sculptures but Constance's favourite piece, on which she had forgotten to put a 'SOLD' sticker went for a huge price! And even more shocking news.. The Director / Owner of the Gallery confessed to Hugo that he had sold Hugo's own piece which HAD been very firmly marked 'NOT FOR SALE'!
"Then you had better contact them and tell them that it was not for sale and I want it back" said Hugo.. "I cannot" said the man "for it has already left the country and been given away".
Hugo's temper began to rise, so he asked the man to explain himself... the man explained that it was the Bishop of Malaga who bought the sculpture and who had, the very next day, left for Rome to stay at the Vatican as a personal guest of His Holiness the Pope.
Hugo was speechless... and told the man that he was "either the greatest fraudster on earth or he had just made Hugo's year.. forget about a measly day"!
The man, wisely NOT wanting the reputation of his Gallery destroyed, telephoned the Bishop's office in Malaga and spoke to a secretary and explained his predicament... the answer was swift... the gift had been given to His Holiness, he was enchanted with it and several photographs of it sitting on the desk in his private study had been taken. The Bishop would be returning within three weeks with some photographs.
About four weeks later, an invitation arrived from the Bishop, would HER parents like to come to lunch at the Bishop's Palace.
And sure enough, there were the photographs of HER papa's sculpture, sitting on the desk of His Holiness Pope Paul V1 with his hand touching the base. The sculpture was a full sized bust of a monk, there were the shoulders and the robe and the front of the cowl was low over the, but.... there was the mystery.
For if you looked swiftly, you saw a face, yes, you saw the face but no..... there was no face.
One day Constance collected the post from the box and came into the house calling "Hugo Hugo, a letter" and indeed there was 'A' letter, from His Holiness Pope Paul V1 himself, thanking Hugo "for his love of art and his talent", a beautiful, charmingly written 'Thank you' letter.
HER father wept...
GeeGee Parrot.
March 7th, 2012.
And, according to Charles and Mili up at 1,000 feet somewhere in Welsh Wales, it HAS snowed and they've also had ole Jack gleefully scattering his frosty wares about, so norty ole Jack Frost.
Meanwhile, in deepest Knightsbridge, it is raining and cold, what a welcome home for Gill who has just returned from Bankok and Hong Kong! But, she said that it was chilly there too with only 11 degrees and no heat in the hotel room.. brass monkeys!
SHE has turned the boiler on to keep house dry and warm, there are no people living above or behind us at the moment, it is much warmer when they are here as they also have the lower back part of the house and there is a BIG hot radiator against the common wall, this means that their heat keeps our flat warm. FREE heat, WE like that. Infact, WE like it a lot!
WE watched a very scary documentary film last night on Sunspots, Solar storms and what happens when the earth gets hit by these, why we have those space things, whose names has escaped my Parrot brain, these giant 'things' monitor the Sun's activity and give us warnings. And there is a station up on the Artic Circle who are 'listening' to the sound the Sun makes.. fascinating stuff these scientists get up to!
Hugo always said that he didn't think it was so much Solar Warming as Sunspot activity, that was the death of the Age of Dynosaurs etc due to the earth being hit by a massive storm and this was exactly what the scientists were talking about last night.. pooooofff, we have a few hours of warning that one is heading our way but what to do? If there is a massive Solar storm coming our way bringing with it dust and heat, how are we supposed to survive.. we won't, that is the answer.
Happier things, I have given HER a nudge..
SHE has had an email from Anne, she is a cousin, daughter of Robert, usually called Bob. She has found a lot of photos circa 1945, they will be of when Constance and Hugo were first married and living waaaay up in the North of India.
Hugo was young when the Second World War started, he was a student at The Slade Art School.
Many years later in 1972, SHE was in Paris when the telephone rang. It was Constance, in shock, to say that she had been telphoned by a Spanish friend who said that Hugo had had a very severe stroke and was in Hospital on the island of Tenerife. He had been working there on Juan-Pepe's house.
Constance, herself, was unwell and asked her daughter to fly to Tenrife to collect Hugo and to bring him back to England. It was May, flights were full but thank heavens for a compassionate woman at Air France, she routed HER to Tenerife via Madrid and off SHE flew.
To be met at the airport by the friend, he warned HER not to be shocked as Hugo was dreadfully thin.. SHE took a deep breath and went into the room to see HER papa, he was conscious and looking at HER, he was completely paralysed, the only thing that moved were his eyes...
SHE smiled at HER papa and stroked his face and bent to kiss his face, then SHE laughed and said "oh no, MY Papa is not thin, he is a fat brown Farver".. for he was exactly as SHE had known him when SHE was a very young child in Malaya.
In a collection of photos from the same era on HER bedroom wall there was, and still is, a little black and white photograph of Hugo, very slim and as brown as a berry sitting on the beach at Port Dixon.
And he had written on the back 'Fat brown Farver, 1953'...
SHE asked HER papa "Do you remember what you wrote, blink twice if you do"... two blinks were done, SHE turned to Juan-Pepe and said "thank you, Juan-Pepe, everything is ok, he'll recover". And he did.. apart from dragging his right foot when he got tired and he made himself draw, paint and write with his left hand.
HER parents went to live in Andalucia. They lived on the back road from Coin to Mijas. Hugo went to the local Art School in Mijas and learnt how to use clay, this was in order to get more movement back into his hands.
And he found a new love!
He had sketched and painted with oils and water colours but had never ever done any sculpture. He LURVED this new medium and within the first six months of his first touching clay, he held a small exhibition in a Gallery in Mijas... and everything sold!
He and Constance were shocked beyond belief, they knew that a couple of people had expressed interest in a couple of the sculptures but Constance's favourite piece, on which she had forgotten to put a 'SOLD' sticker went for a huge price! And even more shocking news.. The Director / Owner of the Gallery confessed to Hugo that he had sold Hugo's own piece which HAD been very firmly marked 'NOT FOR SALE'!
"Then you had better contact them and tell them that it was not for sale and I want it back" said Hugo.. "I cannot" said the man "for it has already left the country and been given away".
Hugo's temper began to rise, so he asked the man to explain himself... the man explained that it was the Bishop of Malaga who bought the sculpture and who had, the very next day, left for Rome to stay at the Vatican as a personal guest of His Holiness the Pope.
Hugo was speechless... and told the man that he was "either the greatest fraudster on earth or he had just made Hugo's year.. forget about a measly day"!
The man, wisely NOT wanting the reputation of his Gallery destroyed, telephoned the Bishop's office in Malaga and spoke to a secretary and explained his predicament... the answer was swift... the gift had been given to His Holiness, he was enchanted with it and several photographs of it sitting on the desk in his private study had been taken. The Bishop would be returning within three weeks with some photographs.
About four weeks later, an invitation arrived from the Bishop, would HER parents like to come to lunch at the Bishop's Palace.
And sure enough, there were the photographs of HER papa's sculpture, sitting on the desk of His Holiness Pope Paul V1 with his hand touching the base. The sculpture was a full sized bust of a monk, there were the shoulders and the robe and the front of the cowl was low over the, but.... there was the mystery.
For if you looked swiftly, you saw a face, yes, you saw the face but no..... there was no face.
One day Constance collected the post from the box and came into the house calling "Hugo Hugo, a letter" and indeed there was 'A' letter, from His Holiness Pope Paul V1 himself, thanking Hugo "for his love of art and his talent", a beautiful, charmingly written 'Thank you' letter.
HER father wept...
GeeGee Parrot.
March 7th, 2012.
Sunday 4 March 2012
Chilli and Beans...
No clues for what this post will be about! WE made it real simple for YOU.
Monday is Chilli Day. Beans are a'soaking, SHE has Beef and all the ingredients and tomorrow SHE will 'rustle' it together and allow it to sit over night.. GOOD STUFF Chilli.
When SHE spent time in Texas, if SHE flew in before lunch the first thing SHE wanted was to go immediately, if not sooner, to El Pollo Loco for a bowl of their guacamole, white corn tortilla chips, followed by fried chicken... if SHE flew in after lunch SHE would go and eat chilli..
Then Everything was well in HER world!
SHE went to Barnes to have supper with BiBi dearest tonight, I stayed home and thought about Chilli Tortilla Chips.. those of YOU who read MY Blog will remember fight in kitchen, aka el cantina, between Foreign Food Brigade, this all came to pass because SHE brought home WRONG Tortilla Chips.. the Mexicanos and the Italians were all up in air.. SHE had to be very strict with the whole lot of them and threaten them with Mrs. Steriliser.
No chance of that happening again.. I counted 5 bags of Chilli being put away.. I am not allowed Guacamole, Avocados are poisonous to Parrots. But I can and do eat everything else, I hope SHE has those fresh Limes, I like a squeeze of Lime in MY water when eating Chilli.
But enough of this talk about yumyum, it is late, I am tired and SHE has to get up and not loll in bed reading papers tomorrow, SHE has jurst enough milk for HER coffee but lovely Ellie will be at Parson's Green Farmer's Market.. yeah, lots of delicious fresh Goaty Milk for fridge and freezer together with Goaty Cheese... delicious Goaty Cheese.
Ellie has her hands very full back home on Goaty Ranch, Nanny Goaty folk are giving birth to Goaty Kids.. it sounds like lots of twins!
After SHE comes back from Market, it is Chilli making time, then SHE is going to root about in family papers to see if SHE can find details of her Great, Great Grandfather Hooper, did he have a brother? If so, tell Cousin Bruce!
Good night Dear Reader. I hope you are having a happy weekend whoever YOU are?
GeeGee Parrot.
March 3rd, 2012.
Monday is Chilli Day. Beans are a'soaking, SHE has Beef and all the ingredients and tomorrow SHE will 'rustle' it together and allow it to sit over night.. GOOD STUFF Chilli.
When SHE spent time in Texas, if SHE flew in before lunch the first thing SHE wanted was to go immediately, if not sooner, to El Pollo Loco for a bowl of their guacamole, white corn tortilla chips, followed by fried chicken... if SHE flew in after lunch SHE would go and eat chilli..
Then Everything was well in HER world!
SHE went to Barnes to have supper with BiBi dearest tonight, I stayed home and thought about Chilli Tortilla Chips.. those of YOU who read MY Blog will remember fight in kitchen, aka el cantina, between Foreign Food Brigade, this all came to pass because SHE brought home WRONG Tortilla Chips.. the Mexicanos and the Italians were all up in air.. SHE had to be very strict with the whole lot of them and threaten them with Mrs. Steriliser.
No chance of that happening again.. I counted 5 bags of Chilli being put away.. I am not allowed Guacamole, Avocados are poisonous to Parrots. But I can and do eat everything else, I hope SHE has those fresh Limes, I like a squeeze of Lime in MY water when eating Chilli.
But enough of this talk about yumyum, it is late, I am tired and SHE has to get up and not loll in bed reading papers tomorrow, SHE has jurst enough milk for HER coffee but lovely Ellie will be at Parson's Green Farmer's Market.. yeah, lots of delicious fresh Goaty Milk for fridge and freezer together with Goaty Cheese... delicious Goaty Cheese.
Ellie has her hands very full back home on Goaty Ranch, Nanny Goaty folk are giving birth to Goaty Kids.. it sounds like lots of twins!
After SHE comes back from Market, it is Chilli making time, then SHE is going to root about in family papers to see if SHE can find details of her Great, Great Grandfather Hooper, did he have a brother? If so, tell Cousin Bruce!
Good night Dear Reader. I hope you are having a happy weekend whoever YOU are?
GeeGee Parrot.
March 3rd, 2012.
Friday 2 March 2012
Florence Jessica aka The Severe Pruning Company.
Greetings Dear Reader, it is I, GeeGee Parrot, YOUR favourite writer.
Fiddle-de-diddle, what a day!
If YOU are up-to-speed on MY Blog, YOU will have read earlier this morning that SHE was going to do a lot of out-and-about stuff today.. well, none of it happened, there was a major change of plan and whole place was turned upside-down and given big shake!
Goodness ME, I hadn't realised quite how 'low' in spirit SHE had been until today when the whole place 'rocked with JOY!'.. such a difference, in fact, so different it made ME do daft thing, WE told YOU earlier that it was only 6 degrees this morning, well, I put Wing up and confess to being 'not the brightest Bunny on the Beach'.. because I jumped into Water Bowl and started throwing water about.. yes, yes, I know it was very stupid thing to do but.. what's a Parrot Gurl to do when Blood is up and ONE is feeling norty?
YOU remember what happened last time? SHE walked out of the room.. well, SHE did this again, so there I was, dripping wet and chiily to bone as there was no heating on because it was the middle of the day. Ugh.. soggy stomach and wet tail... not a good look.
That was when SHE showed how kind SHE is.. SHE came back into room, put up HER hand and said "come here, I will get hair dryer to dry your feathers".. Oooh, the kindness of MY mama. Old hair dryer, maker of warm windy air to flow through feathers, such a relief. I LURVE air through feathers and soon I was dry, immaculate and toasty warm.
SHE did clothes washing, tidied drawers, sorted through hosiery, put stuff away, pulled stuff out, got Mrs.Steriliser out of cupboard, soaked dish cloths, scrubbed work surfaces and chopping boards, washed filter in dish washer, made shopping list for tomorrow, emptied Mr.Dyson, changed bed sheets, put in another load of washing.
Then SHE picked up HER secaturs and went into the bathroom....
HER Grandmother, Florence Jessica, was a Scot, a purebred Scot... Her maiden name was Shiel and she married Frederick Edmet Hooper who was HER Grandfather on HER maternal side, they were Constance's parents. She was an extremely good Golfer and an avid Gardener.. she passed this love of plants down to Constance and from Constance to HER.
The family, Florence, FE, as he was known throughout India, Leslie, Robert and Constance lived in Madras, as it was called in those days. The three children were all sent to be educated in England, France and Switzerland but 'HOME' was Madras. Florence LURVED Roses with a passion and had a secret way of having Roses on the table for special occasions which she never told anyone.. her very beloved House Man knew but never divulged secret to anyone, Florence gave secret to HER when SHE was 18!
SHE still has secret, written in HER Grandmother's writing..
Years passed, FE died, India became Independent and I will fast forward over what happened to McDowells, the family's company. Florence went to live in England as did the rest of the family. Robert and his family eventually settled on The Isle of Man and Leslie and his family lived in Surrey. Constance and her family were still serving abroad with the British Army.
Leslie had married Hazel Sell aka 'The Sea Nymph'.. another story, she was also a Madras born child, her father was the Senior Partner of the Solicitors King and Partridge, her mother had been a Medical Missionary and her Grandfather, Edward Sell, was Canon of St.George's Church, Madras. He was a very famous writer of books on Islam, which are still available to this very day.
Both Hazel and Leslie loved to garden and they grew a huge amount of Roses, Leslie would graft and fiddle with his plants and Hazel always had the most enormous bowl full of these delicious flowers on the round table in the hall.
Florence LURVED Hazel, she had known her parents extremely well in Madras and had been only too happy when her eldest son fell in love with 'The Sea Nymph' and whenever Leslie was travelling to Canada or to the Middle East, she would hop on a train to stay with her beloved 'Hay', as everyone called her. She also brought with her a very wickedly sharp pair of secaturs.. and if the visit coincided with the right time of year, would prune the Rose trees for Hay and Leslie.
If you parked your car in front of the garage or you walked up the path to the house, either way, YOU were surrounded by Roses... and when Leslie came back and saw the job that his mother had done whilst he was away, sometimes she would still be there, he would open the front door and call out "Is the Severe Pruning Company still here?" and his two beloved women would laugh and come to greet him.
Florence passed the Art of Rose Pruning genetically down to her Grand Daughter, Constance was not strict but SHE is and those poor ole orange trees, YOU will recall them being given refuge from ole Jack and staying in bath.. well, they had a very severe prune this afternoon...
Truly, SHE is Florence Jessica's Grand-daughter.
GeeGee Parrot.
March 3rd, 2012.
Fiddle-de-diddle, what a day!
If YOU are up-to-speed on MY Blog, YOU will have read earlier this morning that SHE was going to do a lot of out-and-about stuff today.. well, none of it happened, there was a major change of plan and whole place was turned upside-down and given big shake!
Goodness ME, I hadn't realised quite how 'low' in spirit SHE had been until today when the whole place 'rocked with JOY!'.. such a difference, in fact, so different it made ME do daft thing, WE told YOU earlier that it was only 6 degrees this morning, well, I put Wing up and confess to being 'not the brightest Bunny on the Beach'.. because I jumped into Water Bowl and started throwing water about.. yes, yes, I know it was very stupid thing to do but.. what's a Parrot Gurl to do when Blood is up and ONE is feeling norty?
YOU remember what happened last time? SHE walked out of the room.. well, SHE did this again, so there I was, dripping wet and chiily to bone as there was no heating on because it was the middle of the day. Ugh.. soggy stomach and wet tail... not a good look.
That was when SHE showed how kind SHE is.. SHE came back into room, put up HER hand and said "come here, I will get hair dryer to dry your feathers".. Oooh, the kindness of MY mama. Old hair dryer, maker of warm windy air to flow through feathers, such a relief. I LURVE air through feathers and soon I was dry, immaculate and toasty warm.
SHE did clothes washing, tidied drawers, sorted through hosiery, put stuff away, pulled stuff out, got Mrs.Steriliser out of cupboard, soaked dish cloths, scrubbed work surfaces and chopping boards, washed filter in dish washer, made shopping list for tomorrow, emptied Mr.Dyson, changed bed sheets, put in another load of washing.
Then SHE picked up HER secaturs and went into the bathroom....
HER Grandmother, Florence Jessica, was a Scot, a purebred Scot... Her maiden name was Shiel and she married Frederick Edmet Hooper who was HER Grandfather on HER maternal side, they were Constance's parents. She was an extremely good Golfer and an avid Gardener.. she passed this love of plants down to Constance and from Constance to HER.
The family, Florence, FE, as he was known throughout India, Leslie, Robert and Constance lived in Madras, as it was called in those days. The three children were all sent to be educated in England, France and Switzerland but 'HOME' was Madras. Florence LURVED Roses with a passion and had a secret way of having Roses on the table for special occasions which she never told anyone.. her very beloved House Man knew but never divulged secret to anyone, Florence gave secret to HER when SHE was 18!
SHE still has secret, written in HER Grandmother's writing..
Years passed, FE died, India became Independent and I will fast forward over what happened to McDowells, the family's company. Florence went to live in England as did the rest of the family. Robert and his family eventually settled on The Isle of Man and Leslie and his family lived in Surrey. Constance and her family were still serving abroad with the British Army.
Leslie had married Hazel Sell aka 'The Sea Nymph'.. another story, she was also a Madras born child, her father was the Senior Partner of the Solicitors King and Partridge, her mother had been a Medical Missionary and her Grandfather, Edward Sell, was Canon of St.George's Church, Madras. He was a very famous writer of books on Islam, which are still available to this very day.
Both Hazel and Leslie loved to garden and they grew a huge amount of Roses, Leslie would graft and fiddle with his plants and Hazel always had the most enormous bowl full of these delicious flowers on the round table in the hall.
Florence LURVED Hazel, she had known her parents extremely well in Madras and had been only too happy when her eldest son fell in love with 'The Sea Nymph' and whenever Leslie was travelling to Canada or to the Middle East, she would hop on a train to stay with her beloved 'Hay', as everyone called her. She also brought with her a very wickedly sharp pair of secaturs.. and if the visit coincided with the right time of year, would prune the Rose trees for Hay and Leslie.
If you parked your car in front of the garage or you walked up the path to the house, either way, YOU were surrounded by Roses... and when Leslie came back and saw the job that his mother had done whilst he was away, sometimes she would still be there, he would open the front door and call out "Is the Severe Pruning Company still here?" and his two beloved women would laugh and come to greet him.
Florence passed the Art of Rose Pruning genetically down to her Grand Daughter, Constance was not strict but SHE is and those poor ole orange trees, YOU will recall them being given refuge from ole Jack and staying in bath.. well, they had a very severe prune this afternoon...
Truly, SHE is Florence Jessica's Grand-daughter.
GeeGee Parrot.
March 3rd, 2012.
Good day to YOU all.
Good morning, it is not as warm as yesterday but above zero degrees which is good!
SHE is going to plant a 'Sunburst' Cherry Tree today.. I can hear YOU all thinking "hang on, SHE goes to Studio on Friday, what is going on?". No, SHE doesn't go to Studio any longer and Beak is sealed.
This week SHE has been busy with medical appointments, friends and home. SHE changes colours from autumn / winter to spring / summer and SHE decided that, as Spring had Sprung, it was time to do changeover.
There SHE was, wobbling about on top of step ladder, fitting 'Blue' blind into support holes, I watched, at safe distance, and thought to self "WHY doesn't SHE ask The Wizard to help HER?". But SHE did it.. tricky job as window is very wide.
Now room is bright with Blue & White accents against Imperial Yellow walls.
SHE made Whooosh noise, not especially for ME, I hasten to add, SHE had to do ironing, WE had music playing and ole Steam Iron steaming, SHE uses Lavender Water on linen, room smelt SCRUMMYDUMPTIOUS, ironing was ironed and WE bopped about, if Truth were told, Truth should be always be told, so I must confess lot of Tom-Fool-Lery went on.. SHE has smiley look on face, thank goodness.
Back to Cherry Tree, tree's toes are soaking in bucket of water, little tree travelled 'bare rooted' and looked dry when it arrived, soaking toes is a good thing to do. Poor little tree, WE are a little scared that it is so dry at the Allotments and it will not have happy start to life with US. SHE has jurst said that SHE may 'heel' it into a big pot here and then take pot to Allotment when water pipes are turned on.
SHE has been very disrespectful for past few days, SHE has smiley face, as I said earlier and is behaving in cheeky fashion! I have found SELF upside down being kissed on stomach and HER nose investigating back of neck, very norty behaviour from someone who should know better.. as YOU all know, SHE is a Pensioner but HER behaviour this week has been of some other age, this is is the only way that I can describe it.. without HER taking offence!
AND WE certainly do not want THAT to happen.. for SHE inherited Constance's BLACK BOOK... I found SELF jurst about to be written in to it today. I had climbed up onto pot rack above stove, clambered over pots and steamers and onto top of cupboard, I have never been there before and what do I find? Ummm, plates hanging on wall, how was I to know they were valuable?
Anyway, I suddenly found SELF no longer there! How SHE e-lon-gated HERSELF in order to get ME down.. I will never know.. Finger was wagged in front of Beak, I thought it best not to excercise Beak to munch or nip finger, MY Parrot Brain does work sometimes and thank goodness, it worked today.
And because nothing ghastly happened and SHE does not bear grudges or allow things to fester in HER brain, I am having snacket of favourite Bread.. Sunflower with dark Rye... delicious! SHE is going to take packets to BiBi dearest with whom SHE is having an early supper tomorrow.
They had cheap and cheerful lunch yesterday, SHE returned home afterwards smelling 'faintly' of Chilli, I BET SHE had Singapore Rice Noodles! As I wrote in previous post, YOU can take Gurl out of Malaya but YOU can't take Malaya out of Gurl. Yes, I know Singapore is not in Malaysia but give ME a break! I am an African Grey Parrot! HeeHee but TRUE!
WE're off, emails to write, people to see, places to go, parcel to post at Posty Office, such nice people, they take bulky parcel, it goes zoom and lands other end! Magic!
And last but certainly NOT least.. old Wicker Trolley has to be 'rescued' from the Trinity Hospice Shop, Lynne and SHE went straight to Cinema from Shop, ole Wicker didn't get to see filmum, poor ole Wicker down in shop basement, has to be rescued and taken on jaunt to Lidl and North End Market, where SHE will see Carol, purveyor of most excellent vegetables and Kaza, who sells US beautiful SCRUMMYDUMPTIOUS fruit.
Please make sure that YOU enjoy YOUR day. Only SIX degrees, the same temperature as when WE woke up this morning, bbbbrrr, come along ole Sun, buck up and burn up mist, what are all those Brass Monkeys doing here?
GeeGee Parrot.
March 2nd, 2012.
SHE is going to plant a 'Sunburst' Cherry Tree today.. I can hear YOU all thinking "hang on, SHE goes to Studio on Friday, what is going on?". No, SHE doesn't go to Studio any longer and Beak is sealed.
This week SHE has been busy with medical appointments, friends and home. SHE changes colours from autumn / winter to spring / summer and SHE decided that, as Spring had Sprung, it was time to do changeover.
There SHE was, wobbling about on top of step ladder, fitting 'Blue' blind into support holes, I watched, at safe distance, and thought to self "WHY doesn't SHE ask The Wizard to help HER?". But SHE did it.. tricky job as window is very wide.
Now room is bright with Blue & White accents against Imperial Yellow walls.
SHE made Whooosh noise, not especially for ME, I hasten to add, SHE had to do ironing, WE had music playing and ole Steam Iron steaming, SHE uses Lavender Water on linen, room smelt SCRUMMYDUMPTIOUS, ironing was ironed and WE bopped about, if Truth were told, Truth should be always be told, so I must confess lot of Tom-Fool-Lery went on.. SHE has smiley look on face, thank goodness.
Back to Cherry Tree, tree's toes are soaking in bucket of water, little tree travelled 'bare rooted' and looked dry when it arrived, soaking toes is a good thing to do. Poor little tree, WE are a little scared that it is so dry at the Allotments and it will not have happy start to life with US. SHE has jurst said that SHE may 'heel' it into a big pot here and then take pot to Allotment when water pipes are turned on.
SHE has been very disrespectful for past few days, SHE has smiley face, as I said earlier and is behaving in cheeky fashion! I have found SELF upside down being kissed on stomach and HER nose investigating back of neck, very norty behaviour from someone who should know better.. as YOU all know, SHE is a Pensioner but HER behaviour this week has been of some other age, this is is the only way that I can describe it.. without HER taking offence!
AND WE certainly do not want THAT to happen.. for SHE inherited Constance's BLACK BOOK... I found SELF jurst about to be written in to it today. I had climbed up onto pot rack above stove, clambered over pots and steamers and onto top of cupboard, I have never been there before and what do I find? Ummm, plates hanging on wall, how was I to know they were valuable?
Anyway, I suddenly found SELF no longer there! How SHE e-lon-gated HERSELF in order to get ME down.. I will never know.. Finger was wagged in front of Beak, I thought it best not to excercise Beak to munch or nip finger, MY Parrot Brain does work sometimes and thank goodness, it worked today.
And because nothing ghastly happened and SHE does not bear grudges or allow things to fester in HER brain, I am having snacket of favourite Bread.. Sunflower with dark Rye... delicious! SHE is going to take packets to BiBi dearest with whom SHE is having an early supper tomorrow.
They had cheap and cheerful lunch yesterday, SHE returned home afterwards smelling 'faintly' of Chilli, I BET SHE had Singapore Rice Noodles! As I wrote in previous post, YOU can take Gurl out of Malaya but YOU can't take Malaya out of Gurl. Yes, I know Singapore is not in Malaysia but give ME a break! I am an African Grey Parrot! HeeHee but TRUE!
WE're off, emails to write, people to see, places to go, parcel to post at Posty Office, such nice people, they take bulky parcel, it goes zoom and lands other end! Magic!
And last but certainly NOT least.. old Wicker Trolley has to be 'rescued' from the Trinity Hospice Shop, Lynne and SHE went straight to Cinema from Shop, ole Wicker didn't get to see filmum, poor ole Wicker down in shop basement, has to be rescued and taken on jaunt to Lidl and North End Market, where SHE will see Carol, purveyor of most excellent vegetables and Kaza, who sells US beautiful SCRUMMYDUMPTIOUS fruit.
Please make sure that YOU enjoy YOUR day. Only SIX degrees, the same temperature as when WE woke up this morning, bbbbrrr, come along ole Sun, buck up and burn up mist, what are all those Brass Monkeys doing here?
GeeGee Parrot.
March 2nd, 2012.
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