No new posts on my Blog.. whom should you blame? Me or her that taps the iPad? Debatable but let us leave that debate for another day.
Wow.. have you had those noisy storms rampaging over your head at night? Last week the days got hotter and hotter, the humidity was gruesome and then crash bang wallop, we had the first storm and then another the following night.
Yesterday was an iffy day, she was slightly chilly around the neck at the market at Parson's Green and very grateful for a big cup of coffee that Debbie gave her plus some delicious cake from the next door stall.
Head's up folks.. for every Sunday at the Farmer's Market at Parson's Green there is a charming woman called Valerie Janicki, who bakes delicious things, her company is called..
HONEY PIE BAKERY
Go early, the market opens at 10.00am, and see what she has to offer, Valerie's baking skills are
formidable, this comes from a daughter whose mother, aka Constance, was an ace baker!
Not very much to report, she is having to do a huge amount of research into something the like of which I am not well versed in so I will not talk about it for I am bound to get it all wrong!
So what news do we have? Well, not a lot of that either, I am afraid, however, she did go to a small but very sweet party last week.
For about ten months there has stood at the top of a tiny street very near to our home a large man. He was the traffic marshall responsible for getting impossibly large lorries down this tiny street and back out onto a major road safely with no damage to buildings, cars or people.
If you pass someone every day, five days a week and sometimes two or three times a day, you start saying "hello". Well, she does and did and they started to chat, when he wasn't directing trucks and lorries!
So she learnt about his wife's shingles and mixed her a bottle of essential oils which she gave to him on a Friday, on the following Monday he pounced on her and gave her a big hug in the middle of the street!
"Blooming marvellous that oil" he said, "she's so thrilled, it stopped the scratching and left her skin much cooler, so she says thank you very much".
Several weeks went by and coming up the little street she saw her big 'friend' (whose name she still did not know) limping!
"What have you done", she asked, "tripped over on a loose paving stone and landed on my knee", whoosh, she turned and went home, grabbed a new bottle of her much beloved Black Seed Oil, (Nigella Sativa - Black Cumin Seed Oil) and went back up the street.
She gave it to him saying "this will help, massage this in twice a day after your bath or shower whilst the skin is still warm" and off she went to the allotments.
The next day she was walking up the little road, it is her short cut to the local bus stop, and saw him doing a silly dance and the silly dance got even sillier the nearer she got to him!
"You are a marvel, first you cure the wife and now my knee, it is a little tender but the swelling has gone right down, the pain is negligible and look.. I can bend it!" said the large man as he frolicked to and fro across the street, dressed in his bright orange day-glo vest and hat much to the amazed amusement of all the passers-by and the drinkers in the pub!
The building works then entered another phase, which meant that the team that were doing the works were due to hand over to the next team of builders. This is a very BIG job, four stories above the ground and four stories BELOW the ground, the plans were passed two weeks before the local council put a stop to these massive excavation works.
One day the large man greeted her with "Good morning, we are leaving September 10th and would you believe it, three of the local residents are giving ME a leaving party in the pub, please will you come, it is on Tuesday the 9th September and it starts at 5pm".
So she went hardly recognising Thomas, she had by now asked him his name, in his smart 'civilian' clothes and without his hat!
She told me the pub had organised it most beautifully, it was a buffet supper and the food was really delicious!
The three women who had put up the money for the drinks were just astounded but Cecile said "ah, but he has kept the pub safe, so the food is on me", it was a charming and very jolly evening.
The street doesn't seem to be the same without him, the new man is slim and quite short. Thomas was a very big guy, well over six foot and broad with it.
And so if you live in the Notting Hill Gate area and have a new building site near you and see a large guy in an orange vest (possibly with his hated orange hat on) directing traffic, go and say "Hi Thomas, a mutual friend says to keep rubbing the oil".
Now we have to go, we have things to do and she has places to go.. PipPip.. Dear Readers.. PipPip.
GeeGee Parrot.
September 22nd, 2014.
Wow.. have you had those noisy storms rampaging over your head at night? Last week the days got hotter and hotter, the humidity was gruesome and then crash bang wallop, we had the first storm and then another the following night.
Yesterday was an iffy day, she was slightly chilly around the neck at the market at Parson's Green and very grateful for a big cup of coffee that Debbie gave her plus some delicious cake from the next door stall.
Head's up folks.. for every Sunday at the Farmer's Market at Parson's Green there is a charming woman called Valerie Janicki, who bakes delicious things, her company is called..
HONEY PIE BAKERY
Go early, the market opens at 10.00am, and see what she has to offer, Valerie's baking skills are
formidable, this comes from a daughter whose mother, aka Constance, was an ace baker!
Not very much to report, she is having to do a huge amount of research into something the like of which I am not well versed in so I will not talk about it for I am bound to get it all wrong!
So what news do we have? Well, not a lot of that either, I am afraid, however, she did go to a small but very sweet party last week.
For about ten months there has stood at the top of a tiny street very near to our home a large man. He was the traffic marshall responsible for getting impossibly large lorries down this tiny street and back out onto a major road safely with no damage to buildings, cars or people.
If you pass someone every day, five days a week and sometimes two or three times a day, you start saying "hello". Well, she does and did and they started to chat, when he wasn't directing trucks and lorries!
So she learnt about his wife's shingles and mixed her a bottle of essential oils which she gave to him on a Friday, on the following Monday he pounced on her and gave her a big hug in the middle of the street!
"Blooming marvellous that oil" he said, "she's so thrilled, it stopped the scratching and left her skin much cooler, so she says thank you very much".
Several weeks went by and coming up the little street she saw her big 'friend' (whose name she still did not know) limping!
"What have you done", she asked, "tripped over on a loose paving stone and landed on my knee", whoosh, she turned and went home, grabbed a new bottle of her much beloved Black Seed Oil, (Nigella Sativa - Black Cumin Seed Oil) and went back up the street.
She gave it to him saying "this will help, massage this in twice a day after your bath or shower whilst the skin is still warm" and off she went to the allotments.
The next day she was walking up the little road, it is her short cut to the local bus stop, and saw him doing a silly dance and the silly dance got even sillier the nearer she got to him!
"You are a marvel, first you cure the wife and now my knee, it is a little tender but the swelling has gone right down, the pain is negligible and look.. I can bend it!" said the large man as he frolicked to and fro across the street, dressed in his bright orange day-glo vest and hat much to the amazed amusement of all the passers-by and the drinkers in the pub!
The building works then entered another phase, which meant that the team that were doing the works were due to hand over to the next team of builders. This is a very BIG job, four stories above the ground and four stories BELOW the ground, the plans were passed two weeks before the local council put a stop to these massive excavation works.
One day the large man greeted her with "Good morning, we are leaving September 10th and would you believe it, three of the local residents are giving ME a leaving party in the pub, please will you come, it is on Tuesday the 9th September and it starts at 5pm".
So she went hardly recognising Thomas, she had by now asked him his name, in his smart 'civilian' clothes and without his hat!
She told me the pub had organised it most beautifully, it was a buffet supper and the food was really delicious!
The three women who had put up the money for the drinks were just astounded but Cecile said "ah, but he has kept the pub safe, so the food is on me", it was a charming and very jolly evening.
The street doesn't seem to be the same without him, the new man is slim and quite short. Thomas was a very big guy, well over six foot and broad with it.
And so if you live in the Notting Hill Gate area and have a new building site near you and see a large guy in an orange vest (possibly with his hated orange hat on) directing traffic, go and say "Hi Thomas, a mutual friend says to keep rubbing the oil".
Now we have to go, we have things to do and she has places to go.. PipPip.. Dear Readers.. PipPip.
GeeGee Parrot.
September 22nd, 2014.
