I promise I don't make these Tales up, but she really is a magnet for anything or anyone funny, strange or just plain weird and this Tale of the Blonde with 'the' eyebrows is no exception!
First of all.. this goes with our 'warmest possible thoughts' to Karen in Minnesota and to Gayle, MaryLou and Pegeen who live in Illinois. Why?
Well, Karen had six inches of snow last night and Gayle, MaryLou and Pegeen had two inches last Tuesday. And she was whinging earlier because she had to wear a wool jacket today. Good grief, you all must be mighty bored with that white stuff by now ladies?
She received a sweet email from Karen upon her return from the market (grrrr) and Clapham Junction. "Thank you Karen, that was a great shot of your hound, he is such a handsome fellow".
Why the grrr after the market? Well, being frugal she keeps her money in an e-saver and transfers what she needs when she needs it but forgot to do that this morning and went forth with about tuppence happeny in her purse.
Tuppence happeny gets you diddly-squat these days, so she put her bum against the butcher's wall and went on-line to transfer money. Except the system didn't want to 'transfer', nothing was working, hence grrr.
Never mind, it is only Friday and if she gets up early tomorrow, there will be plenty of time to go down and pick it up in the morning, she told her smiley butcher what she wanted and asked him to save her one.
Off she trundled with old Wheelie Wicker (his full name) up to Fulham Broadway to catch the 295 bus to take her up to Clapham Junction.
The bus was almost empty! She supposed sensible people were at home having lunch, she sat and got out her book and about three stops along, a horde of people got on and a woman of probably her age sat down beside her.
Who started talking to her about books and how you mostly see people with Kindles and other electronic gadgets. She put away her book and turned towards the woman to respond, that was when she saw 'the' eyebrows.
For the woman, whose hair was beautifully 'done', had blonde eyebrows but instead of doing them properly with a soft brownish pencil and combing them upwards, she had drawn them in with a blonde / orange pencil.
Oh dear, now I know she has a distinct advantage over a lot of women in that her eyebrows are still fat and glossy and as she was trained as a Beautician, by two of the world's most famous cosmetic companies, she knows most of the tricks that come out of or are to be found in the beauty box.
And she thought about saying something but decided not, deciding that discretion being / was the better part of valour or however that saying goes.
So these two 'old' ladies talked all the way to Clapham Junction which was where she had to go, she wished the other woman "Happy Easter" and got off the bus.
Should she have said something about 'the' eyebrows? Absolutely not.
For the woman was going somewhere as she was prettily dressed and carrying gifts in a funny bag, it would make her sad and one should not knowingly cause other people to feel sad, least not in her mind you shouldn't. Why? Because it's mean and she doesn't hold with meaness.
But she did, however, think it very strange that the woman's hairdresser had never suggested that she have her eyebrows tinted, she used to do it for friends and it takes two minutes!
Anyway, there you are and here she is, about to have very sharp words with that silly bank.
Tomorrow is tomorrow, our leg of lamb is safely tucked away with our name on it in mr.butcher's chilly white larder.
We have prawns for supper with thin skinny stems of broccoli, she made a pot of chilli mayonnaise before she went out this morning and it is sitting there getting very unctious.. oh, slurp-the-durp.
We have been told to expect a cold day tomorrow, there will be no gardening for her, she has to do something for a friend in the afternoon and will spend the rest of the afternoon sorting out what needs to be planted into the garden this week.
The 'Sunbaby' Cherry Tomatoes are nowhere ready to go anywhere, it will be another six weeks before they go out in to the hanging pots. The 'Roma' Plum and the Beefsteak Tomatoes are two weeks behind the Cherries, they will be planted into 10 gallon buckets and will also stay at home.
It is much easier to manage tomatoes at home, for they can be watered twice a day if it gets really hot and she clucks over and takes great care of them and, in return, the indeterminate plants grow and become enormous and cover the entire front of the house.
Home grown and just picked tomatoes are indeed food for the Gods, are they not?
And when she has sorted out what needs to be planted, she can sort out the rest of the room and turn it back into a sitting room for our Cousin Bruce is coming to stay for a weekend in May.
She will call him later tonight to say that those dates that he wants to come are good for us too.
PipPip, Dear Readers, PipPip.
GeeGee Parrot.
April 18th, 2014.
First of all.. this goes with our 'warmest possible thoughts' to Karen in Minnesota and to Gayle, MaryLou and Pegeen who live in Illinois. Why?
Well, Karen had six inches of snow last night and Gayle, MaryLou and Pegeen had two inches last Tuesday. And she was whinging earlier because she had to wear a wool jacket today. Good grief, you all must be mighty bored with that white stuff by now ladies?
She received a sweet email from Karen upon her return from the market (grrrr) and Clapham Junction. "Thank you Karen, that was a great shot of your hound, he is such a handsome fellow".
Why the grrr after the market? Well, being frugal she keeps her money in an e-saver and transfers what she needs when she needs it but forgot to do that this morning and went forth with about tuppence happeny in her purse.
Tuppence happeny gets you diddly-squat these days, so she put her bum against the butcher's wall and went on-line to transfer money. Except the system didn't want to 'transfer', nothing was working, hence grrr.
Never mind, it is only Friday and if she gets up early tomorrow, there will be plenty of time to go down and pick it up in the morning, she told her smiley butcher what she wanted and asked him to save her one.
Off she trundled with old Wheelie Wicker (his full name) up to Fulham Broadway to catch the 295 bus to take her up to Clapham Junction.
The bus was almost empty! She supposed sensible people were at home having lunch, she sat and got out her book and about three stops along, a horde of people got on and a woman of probably her age sat down beside her.
Who started talking to her about books and how you mostly see people with Kindles and other electronic gadgets. She put away her book and turned towards the woman to respond, that was when she saw 'the' eyebrows.
For the woman, whose hair was beautifully 'done', had blonde eyebrows but instead of doing them properly with a soft brownish pencil and combing them upwards, she had drawn them in with a blonde / orange pencil.
Oh dear, now I know she has a distinct advantage over a lot of women in that her eyebrows are still fat and glossy and as she was trained as a Beautician, by two of the world's most famous cosmetic companies, she knows most of the tricks that come out of or are to be found in the beauty box.
And she thought about saying something but decided not, deciding that discretion being / was the better part of valour or however that saying goes.
So these two 'old' ladies talked all the way to Clapham Junction which was where she had to go, she wished the other woman "Happy Easter" and got off the bus.
Should she have said something about 'the' eyebrows? Absolutely not.
For the woman was going somewhere as she was prettily dressed and carrying gifts in a funny bag, it would make her sad and one should not knowingly cause other people to feel sad, least not in her mind you shouldn't. Why? Because it's mean and she doesn't hold with meaness.
But she did, however, think it very strange that the woman's hairdresser had never suggested that she have her eyebrows tinted, she used to do it for friends and it takes two minutes!
Anyway, there you are and here she is, about to have very sharp words with that silly bank.
Tomorrow is tomorrow, our leg of lamb is safely tucked away with our name on it in mr.butcher's chilly white larder.
We have prawns for supper with thin skinny stems of broccoli, she made a pot of chilli mayonnaise before she went out this morning and it is sitting there getting very unctious.. oh, slurp-the-durp.
We have been told to expect a cold day tomorrow, there will be no gardening for her, she has to do something for a friend in the afternoon and will spend the rest of the afternoon sorting out what needs to be planted into the garden this week.
The 'Sunbaby' Cherry Tomatoes are nowhere ready to go anywhere, it will be another six weeks before they go out in to the hanging pots. The 'Roma' Plum and the Beefsteak Tomatoes are two weeks behind the Cherries, they will be planted into 10 gallon buckets and will also stay at home.
It is much easier to manage tomatoes at home, for they can be watered twice a day if it gets really hot and she clucks over and takes great care of them and, in return, the indeterminate plants grow and become enormous and cover the entire front of the house.
Home grown and just picked tomatoes are indeed food for the Gods, are they not?
And when she has sorted out what needs to be planted, she can sort out the rest of the room and turn it back into a sitting room for our Cousin Bruce is coming to stay for a weekend in May.
She will call him later tonight to say that those dates that he wants to come are good for us too.
PipPip, Dear Readers, PipPip.
GeeGee Parrot.
April 18th, 2014.
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