And now, Dear Readers, 'the cobbler's child is barefoot', for do you think she can find a pretty bathroom light fitting?
She rounded up and went to all of the usual suspects but not one of them had anything even half-way decent. Grrr. In the old days, she would have gone to the workshop, spoken with Zaffy and Ibrahim, they would have nodded, smiled, asked what colour metal finish was needed and, within a few days, would have produced something simply marvellous!
But those days are long gone, she now has to deal with shops and all they have is this ugly, EU law abiding gruesome tat.
She doesn't like tat..
So after a long morning of looking at all this very gruesome stuff, she said.. excuse our French.. "sod this for a game of soldiers, I'm going to buy some new undies" and hot-footed it to Tavistock Street.
What's in Tavistock Street? Well, if you are not fortunate enough, which she isn't, to be able to go to The Wizard of Bras in Monrovia, LA, CA, USA you go to a shop called Bravissimo instead.
She explained what she wanted and then sat and waited for a fitter. Clever Bethany. For she got it absolutely right with the first bra.. and the second as well.
Done.. sorted.. so she took two of the first style in different colours and one of the second style.
And thought, that actually, she might just have something in the store cupboard that would work very well as a bathroom light.
Tomorrow she has to go back to the Audiology Department at the hospital, for either she has gone almost completely deaf in both ears or the hearing aids are wonky. Please let it be the hearing aids and not her ears that are wonky. Pretty please..
Yesterday, over a light collation of salted almonds and homemade ginger and mint fizz, Debbie told her a very distressing, gruesome tale about some, think of several very rude words, cruel, idle and incredibly cretinous person who clipped their rhododendron bushes and then threw the clippings over into a field where two little goats lived.
Who ate the clippings and who have since both died, not very easy deaths, from being poisoned.
She saw the six o'clock world news which was both equally depressing and distressing and has no book that will take her mind of what is happening, so that's it folks, we are off to bed.
GeeGee Parrot.
July 21, 2014.
She rounded up and went to all of the usual suspects but not one of them had anything even half-way decent. Grrr. In the old days, she would have gone to the workshop, spoken with Zaffy and Ibrahim, they would have nodded, smiled, asked what colour metal finish was needed and, within a few days, would have produced something simply marvellous!
But those days are long gone, she now has to deal with shops and all they have is this ugly, EU law abiding gruesome tat.
She doesn't like tat..
So after a long morning of looking at all this very gruesome stuff, she said.. excuse our French.. "sod this for a game of soldiers, I'm going to buy some new undies" and hot-footed it to Tavistock Street.
What's in Tavistock Street? Well, if you are not fortunate enough, which she isn't, to be able to go to The Wizard of Bras in Monrovia, LA, CA, USA you go to a shop called Bravissimo instead.
She explained what she wanted and then sat and waited for a fitter. Clever Bethany. For she got it absolutely right with the first bra.. and the second as well.
Done.. sorted.. so she took two of the first style in different colours and one of the second style.
And thought, that actually, she might just have something in the store cupboard that would work very well as a bathroom light.
Tomorrow she has to go back to the Audiology Department at the hospital, for either she has gone almost completely deaf in both ears or the hearing aids are wonky. Please let it be the hearing aids and not her ears that are wonky. Pretty please..
Yesterday, over a light collation of salted almonds and homemade ginger and mint fizz, Debbie told her a very distressing, gruesome tale about some, think of several very rude words, cruel, idle and incredibly cretinous person who clipped their rhododendron bushes and then threw the clippings over into a field where two little goats lived.
Who ate the clippings and who have since both died, not very easy deaths, from being poisoned.
She saw the six o'clock world news which was both equally depressing and distressing and has no book that will take her mind of what is happening, so that's it folks, we are off to bed.
GeeGee Parrot.
July 21, 2014.
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