Hello Dear Readers.. I don't suppose any of you know what is happening tomorrow do you? For this afternoon she went into the back cupboard and emerged with a moth proof bag full of something and a shiny red shoe box.
Even I know that a shiny red shoe box equals a pair of her beloved Charles Jourdan shoes but what I don't know is where she is off to.
To my knowledge, there has been no recent telephone call that has included an invitation, so I have to hazard a guess that this occasion, whatever it is, has been previously arranged.
And the moth bag has not yet been opened, it is just hanging there in the bathroom, very curious.
She had chores to do today so there was no visit to the garden and she is mighty glad she did not go either, for at about noon old wind reared his head and started to blow in a fierce fashion.
Chilly-billy is right, Margie, who has a stall in the market with every item of haberdashery you could ever want, was wearing cold weather gear again, as was Karen.
These market ladies are very 'au fait' with the weather, so would you be if you were behind a stall six days a week come rain or shine dealing with us, the general public!
Rain is a'coming and the temperature is dropping, we are, I regret to say, a little thankful. We have had absolutely no rain for quite a while and we do not need to go from flood to drought in a flash.
Both the political situation in the Ukraine and the very mysterious disappearance of that Malaysian airliner have, I regret to say, taken the eye of the UK's press off those poor people in the West Country who were flooded before Christmas.
There was something mentioned by the Chancellor of the Exchequer in his Yearly Budget about some financial help being given to these poor people but when are they, the River Authorities, actually going to physically do something?
Anyway, back to today, she trundled home with all manner of 'exciting' things! A new nose mask, Jeyes fluid, a scrubbing brush, a small funnel, a set of screws, Broad Bean seeds, Night Scented Stock seeds (that smell reminds her of being very, very young and the excitement of her father coming home from the Malayan jungle in 1956).
Wicker also had two small bags of compost, 15 litre instead of the 70 litre ones she was dealing with on Sunday, and last but not least, a bag of white capped mushrooms and grapes, we eat a lot of grapes, she has half and I have the other half.
I know that she eats her half quicker than I do, I only have Beaky and she has a mouthful of teeth and she eats more than me but whose counting?
The strange things like the mask are for when she does that scrub-a-dub-dub in the shed, you don't want to be breathing in rat shit, that's for sure!
She scrubs the work surfaces and then the floor with Jeyes Fluid and heavy-duty gloves are worn at all times. It will be done in the early morning one day this coming week, so that she can leave the door open when she has finished the floor, Jeyes Fluid does the trick but oh, it is powerfully smelly stuff!
Talk about smelly stuff, she has dug out a bottle of 'Caspian', huh, she must be going somewhere quite special tomorrow, I wonder where?
Well, doubtless, I will know when she goes out to wherever it is, she wouldn't go out and not tell me where she was going, would she?
When I know, I will tell you, that's fair, isn't it Until then, Dear Readers, PipPip.
GeeGee Parrot.
March 20th, 2014.
Even I know that a shiny red shoe box equals a pair of her beloved Charles Jourdan shoes but what I don't know is where she is off to.
To my knowledge, there has been no recent telephone call that has included an invitation, so I have to hazard a guess that this occasion, whatever it is, has been previously arranged.
And the moth bag has not yet been opened, it is just hanging there in the bathroom, very curious.
She had chores to do today so there was no visit to the garden and she is mighty glad she did not go either, for at about noon old wind reared his head and started to blow in a fierce fashion.
Chilly-billy is right, Margie, who has a stall in the market with every item of haberdashery you could ever want, was wearing cold weather gear again, as was Karen.
These market ladies are very 'au fait' with the weather, so would you be if you were behind a stall six days a week come rain or shine dealing with us, the general public!
Rain is a'coming and the temperature is dropping, we are, I regret to say, a little thankful. We have had absolutely no rain for quite a while and we do not need to go from flood to drought in a flash.
Both the political situation in the Ukraine and the very mysterious disappearance of that Malaysian airliner have, I regret to say, taken the eye of the UK's press off those poor people in the West Country who were flooded before Christmas.
There was something mentioned by the Chancellor of the Exchequer in his Yearly Budget about some financial help being given to these poor people but when are they, the River Authorities, actually going to physically do something?
Anyway, back to today, she trundled home with all manner of 'exciting' things! A new nose mask, Jeyes fluid, a scrubbing brush, a small funnel, a set of screws, Broad Bean seeds, Night Scented Stock seeds (that smell reminds her of being very, very young and the excitement of her father coming home from the Malayan jungle in 1956).
Wicker also had two small bags of compost, 15 litre instead of the 70 litre ones she was dealing with on Sunday, and last but not least, a bag of white capped mushrooms and grapes, we eat a lot of grapes, she has half and I have the other half.
I know that she eats her half quicker than I do, I only have Beaky and she has a mouthful of teeth and she eats more than me but whose counting?
The strange things like the mask are for when she does that scrub-a-dub-dub in the shed, you don't want to be breathing in rat shit, that's for sure!
She scrubs the work surfaces and then the floor with Jeyes Fluid and heavy-duty gloves are worn at all times. It will be done in the early morning one day this coming week, so that she can leave the door open when she has finished the floor, Jeyes Fluid does the trick but oh, it is powerfully smelly stuff!
Talk about smelly stuff, she has dug out a bottle of 'Caspian', huh, she must be going somewhere quite special tomorrow, I wonder where?
Well, doubtless, I will know when she goes out to wherever it is, she wouldn't go out and not tell me where she was going, would she?
When I know, I will tell you, that's fair, isn't it Until then, Dear Readers, PipPip.
GeeGee Parrot.
March 20th, 2014.
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