Oh Dear Readers.. My sincere apologies for there not being a post for YOU to read last night.. When YOU have read Tale of what happened, YOU will wonder if SHE is ok.. in body as well as head!
Are you awake? Then I will begin.
Nothing, as YOU know, is ever written in stone in our home and SHE started yesterday VERY late.. WE were both mighty tired after those two LOONG days back-to-back and so WE snuggled in bed and drank Lapsang tea.. I lie, SHE drinks, I slurp.
Anyway.. Yesterday was Peony planting and little shed, fence and gate painting day.. Peonies were all planted and were given a treat of some Potash, as they are hungry girls and like lots of food and then they had some water and a little soil but not too much, on top of their 'eyes' aka buds on the end of their very thick and strange looking roots.
Then SHE walked back to little shed with all those tools in order to get out paint and brushes to start that work.
Only to discover that little shed keys had gone from pocket and little shed was locked with ole Wicker and HER stuff inside! SHE retraced HER days steps.. norty bunch of keys were nowhere to be seen..
OH DEAR.. OH dear indeedy!
Luckily, SHE had house keys on chain attached to belt and bus pass in wallet on belt.. but how was SHE going to get OUT of garden?
Luckily, gardening friend appeared and he let HER out.. SHE had to rush home by bus and underground, run from station to home, get keys, run back to Knightsbridge Underground Station.. squeeze onto train in middle of rush hour.. oh boy, is SHE glad SHE does not have to do this every day!
Catch little bus at Hammersmith, get off at garden, unlock little shed with spare keys, get out ole Wicker and bag, put away all planting stuff.. it is now past seven of the clock, sun has set and it will soon be dark.. SHE bolted and locked little shed, had one more look for norty keys and ran, with poor ole Wicker bouncing along, behind HER for the gate and bus to get home.. getting chilly-billy with no sun!
Onto bus at nineteen past seven of clock.. dark now.. and as SHE put bus pass back in pocket.. SHE felt something hard..
Norty keys had slipped through tiny hole in pocket.. yes, Dear Readers.. they had been ON HER all the time.. VERY NORTY KEYS..
So the thoughts of having to go back to Homebase for another pair of padlocks and keys etc, etc.. can all go awaay.. norty keys are now firmly on the chain attached to belt.
Today.. is little shed and fence painting day, then SHE is going to see Leigh and Ossie.. and taking delicious scrummydumptious eating apples and red tinged Yellow Gages for pudding.. SHE hopes that Ossie will have some of that most edible Scottish Icecream to have with the fruit!
ME.. this is too murch excitement for a small red bummed person, I will stay here.. also not safe for ME to be there without someone close by all the time, until fence is repaired with proper posts and higher wire, someone would be able to take ME jurst like they took HER wallet.. oh, NOT a nice thought.
But this is.. it is time for Lapsang slurping! Heehee..
Oh.. that Sam Hill has figured out who 'LuLu' is in 'real' life.. YES, she is a proper person.. not jurst a character from MY Blog.. all MY Humans are real, everyone is and so are all Tales.. all true.. check in later and read
Are you awake? Then I will begin.
Nothing, as YOU know, is ever written in stone in our home and SHE started yesterday VERY late.. WE were both mighty tired after those two LOONG days back-to-back and so WE snuggled in bed and drank Lapsang tea.. I lie, SHE drinks, I slurp.
Anyway.. Yesterday was Peony planting and little shed, fence and gate painting day.. Peonies were all planted and were given a treat of some Potash, as they are hungry girls and like lots of food and then they had some water and a little soil but not too much, on top of their 'eyes' aka buds on the end of their very thick and strange looking roots.
Then SHE walked back to little shed with all those tools in order to get out paint and brushes to start that work.
Only to discover that little shed keys had gone from pocket and little shed was locked with ole Wicker and HER stuff inside! SHE retraced HER days steps.. norty bunch of keys were nowhere to be seen..
OH DEAR.. OH dear indeedy!
Luckily, SHE had house keys on chain attached to belt and bus pass in wallet on belt.. but how was SHE going to get OUT of garden?
Luckily, gardening friend appeared and he let HER out.. SHE had to rush home by bus and underground, run from station to home, get keys, run back to Knightsbridge Underground Station.. squeeze onto train in middle of rush hour.. oh boy, is SHE glad SHE does not have to do this every day!
Catch little bus at Hammersmith, get off at garden, unlock little shed with spare keys, get out ole Wicker and bag, put away all planting stuff.. it is now past seven of the clock, sun has set and it will soon be dark.. SHE bolted and locked little shed, had one more look for norty keys and ran, with poor ole Wicker bouncing along, behind HER for the gate and bus to get home.. getting chilly-billy with no sun!
Onto bus at nineteen past seven of clock.. dark now.. and as SHE put bus pass back in pocket.. SHE felt something hard..
Norty keys had slipped through tiny hole in pocket.. yes, Dear Readers.. they had been ON HER all the time.. VERY NORTY KEYS..
So the thoughts of having to go back to Homebase for another pair of padlocks and keys etc, etc.. can all go awaay.. norty keys are now firmly on the chain attached to belt.
Today.. is little shed and fence painting day, then SHE is going to see Leigh and Ossie.. and taking delicious scrummydumptious eating apples and red tinged Yellow Gages for pudding.. SHE hopes that Ossie will have some of that most edible Scottish Icecream to have with the fruit!
ME.. this is too murch excitement for a small red bummed person, I will stay here.. also not safe for ME to be there without someone close by all the time, until fence is repaired with proper posts and higher wire, someone would be able to take ME jurst like they took HER wallet.. oh, NOT a nice thought.
But this is.. it is time for Lapsang slurping! Heehee..
Oh.. that Sam Hill has figured out who 'LuLu' is in 'real' life.. YES, she is a proper person.. not jurst a character from MY Blog.. all MY Humans are real, everyone is and so are all Tales.. all true.. check in later and read
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