Well.. huh.. I am not sure what the scales will read next Monday when she weighs herself, for she 'fell' off her diet in a truly spectacular fashion yesterday.
All was going well with much tidying and sorting being done at home, the painters finally finished painting the front door but she wasn't able to shut it until it was dry at about 5.00 so she was forced to stay home.
And received a landline call, which was an invitation to tea by her beloved Lebanese friend and taking a bag of Almonds with her to eat instead of scrummy morsels (as if they would prevent her hands reaching out to take such delicious things), off she went.
OH DEAR.. to be faced with a LARGE plate of Scottish Shortbread with bits of salted caramel and toffee in them! Hello.. did she really eat four?.. is the Pope a Catholic?
And after a couple of hours of chat and laughter, her friend's brother arrived and said "Oh, the more the merrier, let's all go out for supper", she replied "I can't, I don't have anything with me, no purse" and got two withering looks from the others.. "bah, who asked you to pay, hurry up and let's get going, I'm hungry, I haven't been scoffing biscuits all afternoon like you two" he said.
So down the road they went to Orsini's, not the same since the elderly owner died but still ok. What did she eat? Baked garlic in its' skin with tapenade AND toasted bread.. oh dear.. followed by deep fried calamari.. very slurpicious indeed.
She knew she was in for trouble when her poor stomach received the first bit of sugar and flour in the form of the biscuits.. it gave a most unpleasant tweak and twinge as if to say "WHAT is this stuff, we don't eat or like anything like this anylonger.. grrrr."
Last night apparently, was gruesome with a lot of 'discomfort' to put it mildly. But moving along, in the way that all manner of things do, this morning she is pain free and back on her regime. It may sound very dull and boring to you Dear Readers but her digestion just loves it!
There are sounds of movement outside from the pesky builders. Who obviously have NEVER heard of or use the magical painters' aid.. aka Masking Tape.. for the glass panels in our front door have a lot of black gloss paint on them.. sigh.
She'll wait until they've all gone before getting at it with White Spirit.. shoddy work.. they probably charged a fortune, they've had scaffolding up all over the house, back and front, for six weeks and that does not come cheap!
The rat chewed doorframe was just painted over.. see what we mean.. so she took photos which were emailed to the landlord and the managing agents.. last week! But nothing, so far, has been done to replace the rotten and rotted wood.
Off to the garden she is going, much to do and the day is not too cold or too hot. So PipPip to you all.
GeeGee Parrot.
September 9th, 2015.
All was going well with much tidying and sorting being done at home, the painters finally finished painting the front door but she wasn't able to shut it until it was dry at about 5.00 so she was forced to stay home.
And received a landline call, which was an invitation to tea by her beloved Lebanese friend and taking a bag of Almonds with her to eat instead of scrummy morsels (as if they would prevent her hands reaching out to take such delicious things), off she went.
OH DEAR.. to be faced with a LARGE plate of Scottish Shortbread with bits of salted caramel and toffee in them! Hello.. did she really eat four?.. is the Pope a Catholic?
And after a couple of hours of chat and laughter, her friend's brother arrived and said "Oh, the more the merrier, let's all go out for supper", she replied "I can't, I don't have anything with me, no purse" and got two withering looks from the others.. "bah, who asked you to pay, hurry up and let's get going, I'm hungry, I haven't been scoffing biscuits all afternoon like you two" he said.
So down the road they went to Orsini's, not the same since the elderly owner died but still ok. What did she eat? Baked garlic in its' skin with tapenade AND toasted bread.. oh dear.. followed by deep fried calamari.. very slurpicious indeed.
She knew she was in for trouble when her poor stomach received the first bit of sugar and flour in the form of the biscuits.. it gave a most unpleasant tweak and twinge as if to say "WHAT is this stuff, we don't eat or like anything like this anylonger.. grrrr."
Last night apparently, was gruesome with a lot of 'discomfort' to put it mildly. But moving along, in the way that all manner of things do, this morning she is pain free and back on her regime. It may sound very dull and boring to you Dear Readers but her digestion just loves it!
There are sounds of movement outside from the pesky builders. Who obviously have NEVER heard of or use the magical painters' aid.. aka Masking Tape.. for the glass panels in our front door have a lot of black gloss paint on them.. sigh.
She'll wait until they've all gone before getting at it with White Spirit.. shoddy work.. they probably charged a fortune, they've had scaffolding up all over the house, back and front, for six weeks and that does not come cheap!
The rat chewed doorframe was just painted over.. see what we mean.. so she took photos which were emailed to the landlord and the managing agents.. last week! But nothing, so far, has been done to replace the rotten and rotted wood.
Off to the garden she is going, much to do and the day is not too cold or too hot. So PipPip to you all.
GeeGee Parrot.
September 9th, 2015.
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