Savannah's mother and she are friends from long-gone-years, way before her daughters, Savannah and Sienna, were born.
She had had very major surgery in 1975 and her lovely surgeon recommended Jo as the person to whom she should go to get fit.
So every morning, five days a week for several months, she went to Granny's and either Jo or one of the two other instructors would take the class. Her body mended and the two became friends.
Years went by, Jo married Ed Miller, had her two beautiful daughters, travelled the world and then came back to London and Jo and she met again in the strangest of ways and renewed their friendship.
She is privy to a lot of friend's very personal stuff which she never has divulged to anyone else, for people's 'stuff' is just that, Dear Readers, it is their stuff, not yours to blab or blag about to other folk or, God forbid, to the press!
So she knew about Savannah's year in Panama but she also knew that Savannah was going to write an article in British Vogue about her and her family's
stay there.
Having worked for a publishing house, she knows that a magazine or newspaper take a very dim view if 'their' story, for which they have paid the writer, is written up before their publication goes on sale.
Having had lunch with Jo back in, was it January or February, she knew that Savannah was not planning to stay for 'ever and ever' in this Central South American country and indeed Jo had recounted to her recently the safe arrival back into her care of the family's pets, with the family due to arrive shortly afterwards.
The family are now back in the UK and Savannah has written an article which appeared in the UK's press today, so she is 'cleared' to tell you that they are all back, when a family is tight knit as these three woman are and with a situation as 'unusual' as where they were, well, it is bound to make most people 'homesick & family-sick' to some degree.
Back to mundane things like long grass which never stops growing and gardens.
Vroom, that lovely new grass trimmer and she had a good time last week. Whoosh and it was soon neat and tidy. There has been, as you are probably aware, lots of very wet rain but equally lots of very hot sunshine!
Vegetables have leapt into growth, the beans are a'winding their way around the bamboo sticks and reaching for the sky, the peas are twisting their strange tentacles onto the wire supports and the potato crop is going to be wonderful, if the size of their plants is anything to go by!
She has a large patch of autumn raspberries, last year's crop was dismal and she realised that the canes are twelve years old and so, this February, instead of cutting them down, which is what you are supposed to do, she left them so to make digging them up and out easier.
She was going to erect a Solar green house in their place and plant new canes elsewhere. But what is this! Well, fiddle-the-diddle! They are all bigger than ever and looking very fat, happy and are covered in baby fruits!
So watch that space, we might have a really great crop of these delicious fruits of both the red and yellow varities.
We will have a great, probably our best ever crop of blackberries. Yes, indeed and of figs and apples and pears and plums and pluots, in fact, all the fruit trees and bushes this year are absolutely covered in fruit, all that is, except the cherry trees!
They came into blossom just at the same time as we had that gruesome weather in early April and with the freezing frosts, rain and strong wind, the blossom did not stand a chance, there will not be an abundance of these glorious fruits this year. On one tree, there is not a single fruit to be seen!
But at least they are not our livelihod, there is dire news from Turkey, for they have had the same appalling weather conditions which has devastated their apricot harvest.
They have lost a huge percentage of the crop, those delicious dried fruits will be very scarce this coming winter, poor farmers.
She has had a very happy week-end. It is too late now to tell you about the visit to the Moscow State Circus with Tereza and six 'smallish' people and other such exciting things and places such as Brixton Market and, of Kefir and Popcorn, her two new addictions!
I will be back soon. I know that I did not post for seven days but last week, for which I apologise for the lack of no new news, was a 'strange' week. It, and we, were discombobulated (to put it politely).
But that's all gone, thank goodness. I have Tales to tell of weird and wonderful things. I hope you, Dear Readers, are fit and happy and healthy and if you are, be joyful and kind and thankful, for not everyone is!
PipPip, Dear Readers, PipPip.
GeeGee Parrot.
June 8th, 2014.
She had had very major surgery in 1975 and her lovely surgeon recommended Jo as the person to whom she should go to get fit.
So every morning, five days a week for several months, she went to Granny's and either Jo or one of the two other instructors would take the class. Her body mended and the two became friends.
Years went by, Jo married Ed Miller, had her two beautiful daughters, travelled the world and then came back to London and Jo and she met again in the strangest of ways and renewed their friendship.
She is privy to a lot of friend's very personal stuff which she never has divulged to anyone else, for people's 'stuff' is just that, Dear Readers, it is their stuff, not yours to blab or blag about to other folk or, God forbid, to the press!
So she knew about Savannah's year in Panama but she also knew that Savannah was going to write an article in British Vogue about her and her family's
stay there.
Having worked for a publishing house, she knows that a magazine or newspaper take a very dim view if 'their' story, for which they have paid the writer, is written up before their publication goes on sale.
Having had lunch with Jo back in, was it January or February, she knew that Savannah was not planning to stay for 'ever and ever' in this Central South American country and indeed Jo had recounted to her recently the safe arrival back into her care of the family's pets, with the family due to arrive shortly afterwards.
The family are now back in the UK and Savannah has written an article which appeared in the UK's press today, so she is 'cleared' to tell you that they are all back, when a family is tight knit as these three woman are and with a situation as 'unusual' as where they were, well, it is bound to make most people 'homesick & family-sick' to some degree.
Back to mundane things like long grass which never stops growing and gardens.
Vroom, that lovely new grass trimmer and she had a good time last week. Whoosh and it was soon neat and tidy. There has been, as you are probably aware, lots of very wet rain but equally lots of very hot sunshine!
Vegetables have leapt into growth, the beans are a'winding their way around the bamboo sticks and reaching for the sky, the peas are twisting their strange tentacles onto the wire supports and the potato crop is going to be wonderful, if the size of their plants is anything to go by!
She has a large patch of autumn raspberries, last year's crop was dismal and she realised that the canes are twelve years old and so, this February, instead of cutting them down, which is what you are supposed to do, she left them so to make digging them up and out easier.
She was going to erect a Solar green house in their place and plant new canes elsewhere. But what is this! Well, fiddle-the-diddle! They are all bigger than ever and looking very fat, happy and are covered in baby fruits!
So watch that space, we might have a really great crop of these delicious fruits of both the red and yellow varities.
We will have a great, probably our best ever crop of blackberries. Yes, indeed and of figs and apples and pears and plums and pluots, in fact, all the fruit trees and bushes this year are absolutely covered in fruit, all that is, except the cherry trees!
They came into blossom just at the same time as we had that gruesome weather in early April and with the freezing frosts, rain and strong wind, the blossom did not stand a chance, there will not be an abundance of these glorious fruits this year. On one tree, there is not a single fruit to be seen!
But at least they are not our livelihod, there is dire news from Turkey, for they have had the same appalling weather conditions which has devastated their apricot harvest.
They have lost a huge percentage of the crop, those delicious dried fruits will be very scarce this coming winter, poor farmers.
She has had a very happy week-end. It is too late now to tell you about the visit to the Moscow State Circus with Tereza and six 'smallish' people and other such exciting things and places such as Brixton Market and, of Kefir and Popcorn, her two new addictions!
I will be back soon. I know that I did not post for seven days but last week, for which I apologise for the lack of no new news, was a 'strange' week. It, and we, were discombobulated (to put it politely).
But that's all gone, thank goodness. I have Tales to tell of weird and wonderful things. I hope you, Dear Readers, are fit and happy and healthy and if you are, be joyful and kind and thankful, for not everyone is!
PipPip, Dear Readers, PipPip.
GeeGee Parrot.
June 8th, 2014.
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