Oh.. I am so glad yesterday is just that.. yesterday. For, apart from the mortal remains of one Sourdough loaf, there has been not one word from HER about Beaky's appalling lack of control.
I know that SHE has sent a photo of the very incriminating evidence to 'Granny' Jo, doubtless it will also be shown to Debbie Goat and cousin Bruce.. sigh.. but there is not a lot I can do or say, is there.
Moving swiftly along, SHE opened the bathroom cupboard, took out a small white case and put HER face on today.
I know that sounds peculiar, so I will explain.
Most days, SHE washes, gets dressed in trousers, sweater or t.shirt, depending on the weather, does teeth, oils face and is out of the door in a very few minutes flat! Zoom.
But not today, in fact, it all started last night, SHE took chic clothes out of cupboards and drawers, SHE opened another drawer and took out a packet of hose, a pair of exceedingly smart shoes came out of their box-house, a handbag from another cupboard, a scarf from another drawer.
SHE steamed the skirt.. a skirt? No one has seen HER legs for years, I lie.. SHE wore a dress on Christmas Day.. polished the bag and shoes, brushed the jacket and fetched a coat out of the back cupboards that I have never seen before!
What..was going on? Then today, up early, I was given MY egg and Rye, SHE ate two slices of SpinyApple aka pineapple, drank black coffee, took HER pills and left for the bathroom.
The electric curlers were plugged in! Goodness ME! The bag was opened and, after brushing of teeth and cleaning of face, SHE commenced to 'make HER face up'.. such a strange expression.
When SHE had finished, I looked at it, HER face, and thought "how peculiar", for I knew it was MY mum, but SHE looked different, grown-up, chic and sophisticated and that was before SHE put on the clothes and a few bits of jewellery.
The black hose were exceedingly pretty, they appeared to be made of lace. SHE said "the style was called Baroque, they are 30 years old and they were made by Fogal of Switzerland".
SquirtSquirt went the spray bottle of Caspian perfume.
The radio was turned on and as the clock struck 11.15, SHE gave ME a kiss on Beaky and said "I have checked YOUR nuts and water, please be a good girl as I don't know what time I will be home".
And SHE put on this 'strange', as in unknown, overcoat over HER smart jacket and left the house.
Many hours later.. there was the sound of keys in the door. I stretched, yawned and flew to the top of bedroom door to welcome HER home.
WE went in to YumYum HQ, I was given a snacket whilst SHE sat on sink and told ME of HER day.
SHE had recently met an old friend, they had met today to have lunch, a very scrummydumptious lunch and then had gone on to the V&A Museum to see the exhibition of Pearls.
SHE lurves Pearls.. jurst lurves them.. has lots of them.. some very, very pretty ones inherited via Constance from HER Great-Aunt Constance who died a long time ago and after whom HER mother was named, some from HER Grandmother and some from Mister Bill.
HER favourites are, without any doubt, the misshapen ones.The name of this type of Pearl is 'Baroque'.
Hence, the lovely hose SHE wore today. I will tell YOU, if SHE is willing, wonderful tales of a very happy small bunch of glorious women and the little 'jewel' in Old Bond Street, W1, which was the first Fogal of Switzerland store in London.
SHE worked for this fabulous company for many happy years, the quality of their hosiery was out of this world, in fact, they were the best in the world.
So wearing Baroque hose SHE saw Baroque pearls, oh, such beautiful things, which are NOT made by a piece of sand entering the mollusc, go and see the exhibition, it is on at the V&A Museum until January 19th.
The chic clothes were hung up to air, they will be put away tomorrow, the Fogal hose were washed, most carefully, by hand, trees were put into those shoes, the sophisticated face was removed with tissues.
And SHE had, obviously, had a delicious lunch as only Celery was nibbled before WE sat down to tap out this post.
I will post the Tale of the never-before-seen coat tomorrow, for it is a sweet Tale.
What a happy, happy day.. and there is another happy, happy day to come on Sunday.
For SHE is going to meet up with 'Granny' Jo, now to really confuse YOU all, 'Granny' Jo got the nick name 'Granny' even before she had her two baby girls. SHE met her back in 1975, yes, whoosh back then!
Her two baby girls are now very grown up with babies of their own and G-J, as I shall call her, has just returned from the depths of the Panamanian jungle where her eldest daughter, Savannah, is now living.
All about G-J's trip is going to be told on Sunday over a pub lunch, after SHE has taken G-J to the Parson's Green Farmer's Market to introduce her to Debbie Goaty Mum.
But before then, SHE is taking Tereza to show her where OUR local recycling place is and then they will have a coffee somewhere.
I wonder when SHE will be going to the garden?
For I know it is mighty wet out there but work has to be done, weather or no weather, those fruit trees need to be pruned before Spring, in fact, if truth were told and it always should be, SHE is already a couple of weeks late.
And I will be late for MY supper.. can't have that.
GeeGee Parrot.
January 16th, 2014.
I know that SHE has sent a photo of the very incriminating evidence to 'Granny' Jo, doubtless it will also be shown to Debbie Goat and cousin Bruce.. sigh.. but there is not a lot I can do or say, is there.
Moving swiftly along, SHE opened the bathroom cupboard, took out a small white case and put HER face on today.
I know that sounds peculiar, so I will explain.
Most days, SHE washes, gets dressed in trousers, sweater or t.shirt, depending on the weather, does teeth, oils face and is out of the door in a very few minutes flat! Zoom.
But not today, in fact, it all started last night, SHE took chic clothes out of cupboards and drawers, SHE opened another drawer and took out a packet of hose, a pair of exceedingly smart shoes came out of their box-house, a handbag from another cupboard, a scarf from another drawer.
SHE steamed the skirt.. a skirt? No one has seen HER legs for years, I lie.. SHE wore a dress on Christmas Day.. polished the bag and shoes, brushed the jacket and fetched a coat out of the back cupboards that I have never seen before!
What..was going on? Then today, up early, I was given MY egg and Rye, SHE ate two slices of SpinyApple aka pineapple, drank black coffee, took HER pills and left for the bathroom.
The electric curlers were plugged in! Goodness ME! The bag was opened and, after brushing of teeth and cleaning of face, SHE commenced to 'make HER face up'.. such a strange expression.
When SHE had finished, I looked at it, HER face, and thought "how peculiar", for I knew it was MY mum, but SHE looked different, grown-up, chic and sophisticated and that was before SHE put on the clothes and a few bits of jewellery.
The black hose were exceedingly pretty, they appeared to be made of lace. SHE said "the style was called Baroque, they are 30 years old and they were made by Fogal of Switzerland".
SquirtSquirt went the spray bottle of Caspian perfume.
The radio was turned on and as the clock struck 11.15, SHE gave ME a kiss on Beaky and said "I have checked YOUR nuts and water, please be a good girl as I don't know what time I will be home".
And SHE put on this 'strange', as in unknown, overcoat over HER smart jacket and left the house.
Many hours later.. there was the sound of keys in the door. I stretched, yawned and flew to the top of bedroom door to welcome HER home.
WE went in to YumYum HQ, I was given a snacket whilst SHE sat on sink and told ME of HER day.
SHE had recently met an old friend, they had met today to have lunch, a very scrummydumptious lunch and then had gone on to the V&A Museum to see the exhibition of Pearls.
SHE lurves Pearls.. jurst lurves them.. has lots of them.. some very, very pretty ones inherited via Constance from HER Great-Aunt Constance who died a long time ago and after whom HER mother was named, some from HER Grandmother and some from Mister Bill.
HER favourites are, without any doubt, the misshapen ones.The name of this type of Pearl is 'Baroque'.
Hence, the lovely hose SHE wore today. I will tell YOU, if SHE is willing, wonderful tales of a very happy small bunch of glorious women and the little 'jewel' in Old Bond Street, W1, which was the first Fogal of Switzerland store in London.
SHE worked for this fabulous company for many happy years, the quality of their hosiery was out of this world, in fact, they were the best in the world.
So wearing Baroque hose SHE saw Baroque pearls, oh, such beautiful things, which are NOT made by a piece of sand entering the mollusc, go and see the exhibition, it is on at the V&A Museum until January 19th.
The chic clothes were hung up to air, they will be put away tomorrow, the Fogal hose were washed, most carefully, by hand, trees were put into those shoes, the sophisticated face was removed with tissues.
And SHE had, obviously, had a delicious lunch as only Celery was nibbled before WE sat down to tap out this post.
I will post the Tale of the never-before-seen coat tomorrow, for it is a sweet Tale.
What a happy, happy day.. and there is another happy, happy day to come on Sunday.
For SHE is going to meet up with 'Granny' Jo, now to really confuse YOU all, 'Granny' Jo got the nick name 'Granny' even before she had her two baby girls. SHE met her back in 1975, yes, whoosh back then!
Her two baby girls are now very grown up with babies of their own and G-J, as I shall call her, has just returned from the depths of the Panamanian jungle where her eldest daughter, Savannah, is now living.
All about G-J's trip is going to be told on Sunday over a pub lunch, after SHE has taken G-J to the Parson's Green Farmer's Market to introduce her to Debbie Goaty Mum.
But before then, SHE is taking Tereza to show her where OUR local recycling place is and then they will have a coffee somewhere.
I wonder when SHE will be going to the garden?
For I know it is mighty wet out there but work has to be done, weather or no weather, those fruit trees need to be pruned before Spring, in fact, if truth were told and it always should be, SHE is already a couple of weeks late.
And I will be late for MY supper.. can't have that.
GeeGee Parrot.
January 16th, 2014.
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