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.
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