No plans can be written in stone..

Brrrrrrrrr.. Oooh, MY ears and feathers, it is colder than a Witches .. nope, cannot say that, SHE looked at ME in severe fashion.. heehee, Brass Monkeys! There, they won't offend anyone, will they? YOU might know the expression, if YOU don't, then there is hope for YOU, YOU would have to have parents as mad as Constance and Hugo to be decidedly dotty as SHE is.

Anyway, where was I.. oh yes, mighty cold out there this morning, WE are so grateful to Mister Boiler, he is keeping home snug and water hot. WE do not take things for granted, when SHE first came to London in 1967. Yes, SHE is that old, have told YOU before that SHE is ancient and has been collecting pension for several years.

Anyway.. back to when SHE came to London, central heating was NOT.. brrrr.. in all places SHE lived. First place SHE lived was right at top of old house, now owned by The Earl Snowden, in those days it was owned by elderly friend of Constance, SHE had big drafty bedroom, tiny bathroom, minute sitting room and use of kitchen in basement.. There was not a radiator in any part of tiny flat, floors were of bare polished wood with a rug beside HER bed and being at top of house, it was mighty chilly..

Next place was a 'flat' above a garage in Cranley Mews.. number 41.. 'frightfully chic now' but not in those days, Cranley Mews was full of working garages with chauffeurs and wives who worked as housekeepers.

SHE stayed with BiBi dearest, very different.. BiBi home had all singing-and-dancing Mister Boiler with hot water and central heating..

And after a couple more places, SHE came to Lennox.. originally only for six months, on way to Australia where SHE had a job waiting with Reg Ansett, he owned an airline.

Question.. do YOU know how to make God laugh? Answer.. Tell HIM your plans..

SHE did, however, they were not same as HIS plans for HER.. thirty four days later SHE was admitted into Royal St.George's Hospital at Hyde Park Corner with Kidney Failure.. in the days before Keyhole Surgery.. but very, very lovely Surgeon Mr. Guy Williams would not have been able to use that method even if it had existed, for stuck, in poor and very sore kidney, was an e-nor-mous stone! And there were several stones which had passed through poor kidney (OUCH) into HER Urinary Tract..

If anyone asked about scar, SHE would laugh and say "I used to work in a circus and one day the magician used the wrong box", it goes from back to front of body.. very BIG scar, now almost invisible, well to HER it is as SHE has had it for thirty seven years.

SHE never did go to Australia, had to call Mr. Ansett and explain situation, was off work for almost a year.. HER life changed.

Gulp.. jurst think Dear Reader, YOU would not be doing Fandango, for would SHE have had an African Grey Parrot, probably not, I would not have had HER as MY Human.. oh, I felt someone rustle MY tail.. what a dreadful thought, no HER in MY life, I would have lived somewhere else, with another family.. does not bear thinking about..

So, after having to think such gruesome thoughts, I am going to have quiet doze and snoooooze on favourite daytime perch. I will write later, SHE has said that SHE is going to Ridley Road Market.. yub-a-dub-doo.. question for YOU, WHO said that, answers into Comments Box please.. come along now.. wake up, I know that everywhere apart from Middle East it is day of rest but scratch brain into gear and think.. who said that phrase?

GeeGee Parrot.
May 5th, 2012.