We haven't told you about this, have we? She was telling Debbie Goaty Mum today about how her friend, Freddie Martin, asked her if she wanted to play PlayStation and she thought .. why not!
Well.. what a fiasco.. her character trotted up to where Freddies' was.. or rather, had been about five minutes before! And if she did catch up with him.. what did or could she do? Nothing.. why don't smaller people play something that old foggies can do?
Or are you an old foggie who CAN play Playstation? It was veryvery upsetting how useless she was and it made her feel rather like a stout child who ran as fast as it could but never actually got anywhere, sad.
Moving swiftly away from this upsetting memory, we had a call from NYC about Mister Bob yesterday, you'll all be relieved to hear that he is being discharged from hospital, they have done their work and he's free to go! PHEW.. big relief to all concerned and his friends.
She lit a candle for him and his team and continues to add his name to the list of people she prays for, mostly she says "and friends" but in time of need, God gets given their names as well.
It being a cold, windy and dismal afternoon meant that she came home instead of even thinking to go onto the allotments, they're incredibly exposed and it wouldn't have been clever to be there on a day like today, especially as Chelsea were at home to Manchester United, the traffic was a bit loopy to say the least and the journey would have taken probably twice as long.
She was looking at her calender this afternoon and I have had this wretched collar on for four weeks now.. grrr. I, unfortunately, can still manage to pluck my legs, they don't look as chic and sleek as they normally do but tumtum is becoming feathery again, thank goodness.
But she noticed that a couple of feathers on my lower tumtum had grown back but looked like an arrow and so what followed was most demeaning, one minute I was on her hand, the next, I was upside down flat on my back lying on her legs having my person interfered with!
But she meant well, which is why Beaky's in a 'bit' of disgrace. He gave her one of his sharpest 'nips' this morning, she hadn't done anything to incur his displeasure but he thought she 'might' be planning something, so naughty old nip struck.. and drew blood.
Yes, Dear Readers, she's been nipped a few times by Beaky, this is very shameful as Dagga Dearest NEVER nipped her and on that note, I have to go to bed, we've eaten our citrusy fruits, she had a orange that was pregnant and she remembered to take a photo to send to people, for it was, indeed, a very stout baby.
Have a jolly week folks, I'll report her weight loss tomorrow afternoon. I am not sure if she'll have lost the 3 lbs she wanted to lose but it won't be for lack of trying, that's for sure. For today only a meagre portion of half a chocolate salami plus half a slice of cake passed her lips and the prescribed amount of bread has been eaten and NOT one slice extra, which, in itself, is a miracle.
There we are.. PipPip.
GeeGee Partot.
February 21st, 2016.
PostScript: Freddie Martin is going to be 8 years old in July.
Well.. what a fiasco.. her character trotted up to where Freddies' was.. or rather, had been about five minutes before! And if she did catch up with him.. what did or could she do? Nothing.. why don't smaller people play something that old foggies can do?
Or are you an old foggie who CAN play Playstation? It was veryvery upsetting how useless she was and it made her feel rather like a stout child who ran as fast as it could but never actually got anywhere, sad.
Moving swiftly away from this upsetting memory, we had a call from NYC about Mister Bob yesterday, you'll all be relieved to hear that he is being discharged from hospital, they have done their work and he's free to go! PHEW.. big relief to all concerned and his friends.
She lit a candle for him and his team and continues to add his name to the list of people she prays for, mostly she says "and friends" but in time of need, God gets given their names as well.
It being a cold, windy and dismal afternoon meant that she came home instead of even thinking to go onto the allotments, they're incredibly exposed and it wouldn't have been clever to be there on a day like today, especially as Chelsea were at home to Manchester United, the traffic was a bit loopy to say the least and the journey would have taken probably twice as long.
She was looking at her calender this afternoon and I have had this wretched collar on for four weeks now.. grrr. I, unfortunately, can still manage to pluck my legs, they don't look as chic and sleek as they normally do but tumtum is becoming feathery again, thank goodness.
But she noticed that a couple of feathers on my lower tumtum had grown back but looked like an arrow and so what followed was most demeaning, one minute I was on her hand, the next, I was upside down flat on my back lying on her legs having my person interfered with!
But she meant well, which is why Beaky's in a 'bit' of disgrace. He gave her one of his sharpest 'nips' this morning, she hadn't done anything to incur his displeasure but he thought she 'might' be planning something, so naughty old nip struck.. and drew blood.
Yes, Dear Readers, she's been nipped a few times by Beaky, this is very shameful as Dagga Dearest NEVER nipped her and on that note, I have to go to bed, we've eaten our citrusy fruits, she had a orange that was pregnant and she remembered to take a photo to send to people, for it was, indeed, a very stout baby.
Have a jolly week folks, I'll report her weight loss tomorrow afternoon. I am not sure if she'll have lost the 3 lbs she wanted to lose but it won't be for lack of trying, that's for sure. For today only a meagre portion of half a chocolate salami plus half a slice of cake passed her lips and the prescribed amount of bread has been eaten and NOT one slice extra, which, in itself, is a miracle.
There we are.. PipPip.
GeeGee Partot.
February 21st, 2016.
PostScript: Freddie Martin is going to be 8 years old in July.
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