Oh yippee. I didn't go to the vet today! Things are looking up folks, she looked at the bottom of my cage and found only one feather and telephoned the vet. He agreed that it might trigger me to do more plucking being squished into my travel cage and taken to East Sheen and he was very pleased to hear that my weigh has now increased to.. 425g! Aren't I the fat one around here? For she certainly isn't.
We ate a very light lunch, this for her was a slice of tasty Brawn, she loves Brawn and the remains of the beetroot soup and I had crunchy toast with hummus and a couple of nibbles of sauerkraut. I know, it is surprising that a bird would enjoy such a sour taste but I do.
Then she looked outside to see what the weather was doing.. humm.. wet on the ground and a cloudy sky, this meant she needed a windproof jacket, sweater, lightweight cowl hood, gloves, socks and old WW.
For she was bound for the big Sainsbury's which is in the Cromwell Road. They sell large bottles of clear vinegar, which is what she uses to clean with. She needed some things, such as lentils, some vegetables that cannot always be found in the market and a few other things.. including two pots of their basic hummus for me.
She met a friend in the store so the trip took longer than she anticipated and guess what greeted them when they walked out? A flurry of snow! Ugh.. the temperature was dropping fast. She was glad she had the cowl hood on and up for her ears would have been freezing.
Home again.. home again.. jiggedy-jig.
To see that she hadn't unplugged her mobile from when she had charged it last night, upon switching it on, she found, oh lordy-lulu, another ten voice messages from the brother in Paris, then she checked the landline, there were nine calls on that.
"Enough", she thought "I have to involve the family. So emailed Catherine in Paris, his first wife, to told her what was going on and included what he had said in one of his last messages which was very disjointed and rambled a lot (not his style of speech).
Back came a quick response from Catherine saying " Ma petite, you have every reason to be alarmed, something is obviously not right at all, I have forwarded your email immediately to Sebastian (their son) and he will find out what on earth is going on.. fret not.. he will get on to it asap".
Since then, she has received another two calls with crazy messages, has he had a mini stroke? OR, is he so terrified that she has found paperwork that will implicate him in the betrayal of his mother that it has unhinged him? Who knows, we don't.
It's sunny out there about an hour ago but it was also past 7.00pm so you knew it's wasn't going to be warm, however pretty the sky might look! And they say that we are in for a blustery cold day tomorrow, what was today, if not cold and blustery with a dash of snow added for good measure?
She's made carrot and ginger soup, she'll have this for supper with a small bowl of skinny beans and broccoli. The latest batch of beet kvass is finally doing its' stuff! Goodness me, this batch has taken such a long time to come up to the bubble! (this shows the juice is fermenting).
She made it on Saturday which is four days ago, well, I guess the temperature isn't hot in our house as she has turned the boiler down and started wearing more layers of clothing again, she thinks part of my problem could be the central heating, so my swimming pool is kept topped up and she sprays me (the wretch) whenever she can sneak up on me with the water spray.. Don't worry folks, I've got eyes in the back of my head and usually see her coming.
Halfway through our week.. what have we got to look forward to next week?
Ah, lunch with an old friend! She's known Patrick ever since she was ten and he was fourteen. He was the elder brother of Bruce, Annabel and Charlie with whom she and her other brother were close friends. She still cannot believe that Annabel and Charlie are both dead.. oi vey.
Patrick is a MV, which stands for Master of Wine and was for many years one of the only four French Masters of Wine. Surprising that, is it not? You would think that there would be hundreds of French MV.. but no. He studied the vine and wine and worked his way to the very top of the top in the booze business.
She has bullied him (gently) into doing his family tree.. for his family is spread over many countries, Mexico, Italy, France and England and it is all too easy to 'lose', as she knows, relatives and the how or why so & so lives in Mexico.o or on Ischia.
They are meeting next Tuesday and I'll get her to tell us about it. But fear not, there will be lots more tales and slurpy recipes for you before then. However, I'm off for she's going to rustle up that soup.. slurpyslurps.
GeeGee Parrot.
April 6th, 2016.
We ate a very light lunch, this for her was a slice of tasty Brawn, she loves Brawn and the remains of the beetroot soup and I had crunchy toast with hummus and a couple of nibbles of sauerkraut. I know, it is surprising that a bird would enjoy such a sour taste but I do.
Then she looked outside to see what the weather was doing.. humm.. wet on the ground and a cloudy sky, this meant she needed a windproof jacket, sweater, lightweight cowl hood, gloves, socks and old WW.
For she was bound for the big Sainsbury's which is in the Cromwell Road. They sell large bottles of clear vinegar, which is what she uses to clean with. She needed some things, such as lentils, some vegetables that cannot always be found in the market and a few other things.. including two pots of their basic hummus for me.
She met a friend in the store so the trip took longer than she anticipated and guess what greeted them when they walked out? A flurry of snow! Ugh.. the temperature was dropping fast. She was glad she had the cowl hood on and up for her ears would have been freezing.
Home again.. home again.. jiggedy-jig.
To see that she hadn't unplugged her mobile from when she had charged it last night, upon switching it on, she found, oh lordy-lulu, another ten voice messages from the brother in Paris, then she checked the landline, there were nine calls on that.
"Enough", she thought "I have to involve the family. So emailed Catherine in Paris, his first wife, to told her what was going on and included what he had said in one of his last messages which was very disjointed and rambled a lot (not his style of speech).
Back came a quick response from Catherine saying " Ma petite, you have every reason to be alarmed, something is obviously not right at all, I have forwarded your email immediately to Sebastian (their son) and he will find out what on earth is going on.. fret not.. he will get on to it asap".
Since then, she has received another two calls with crazy messages, has he had a mini stroke? OR, is he so terrified that she has found paperwork that will implicate him in the betrayal of his mother that it has unhinged him? Who knows, we don't.
It's sunny out there about an hour ago but it was also past 7.00pm so you knew it's wasn't going to be warm, however pretty the sky might look! And they say that we are in for a blustery cold day tomorrow, what was today, if not cold and blustery with a dash of snow added for good measure?
She's made carrot and ginger soup, she'll have this for supper with a small bowl of skinny beans and broccoli. The latest batch of beet kvass is finally doing its' stuff! Goodness me, this batch has taken such a long time to come up to the bubble! (this shows the juice is fermenting).
She made it on Saturday which is four days ago, well, I guess the temperature isn't hot in our house as she has turned the boiler down and started wearing more layers of clothing again, she thinks part of my problem could be the central heating, so my swimming pool is kept topped up and she sprays me (the wretch) whenever she can sneak up on me with the water spray.. Don't worry folks, I've got eyes in the back of my head and usually see her coming.
Halfway through our week.. what have we got to look forward to next week?
Ah, lunch with an old friend! She's known Patrick ever since she was ten and he was fourteen. He was the elder brother of Bruce, Annabel and Charlie with whom she and her other brother were close friends. She still cannot believe that Annabel and Charlie are both dead.. oi vey.
Patrick is a MV, which stands for Master of Wine and was for many years one of the only four French Masters of Wine. Surprising that, is it not? You would think that there would be hundreds of French MV.. but no. He studied the vine and wine and worked his way to the very top of the top in the booze business.
She has bullied him (gently) into doing his family tree.. for his family is spread over many countries, Mexico, Italy, France and England and it is all too easy to 'lose', as she knows, relatives and the how or why so & so lives in Mexico.o or on Ischia.
They are meeting next Tuesday and I'll get her to tell us about it. But fear not, there will be lots more tales and slurpy recipes for you before then. However, I'm off for she's going to rustle up that soup.. slurpyslurps.
GeeGee Parrot.
April 6th, 2016.
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