No, I'm not going to explain myself.. you should be keeping up to date on my blog, stay awake at the back there, where do you think you are, daddy's yacht?
So off she went to lunch on time and properly dressed in pretty female clothes, a change from her gardening kit in which you can't tell which sex she is.. big waxed jacket.. skinny black jeans.. leather work boots.. shorter hair than most men. she could be a young boy!
Patrick was there ahead of time.. with his new French passport in his pocket, they're a little 'speedier' at renewing their citizens passports than their British counterparts.. who take ages.
Talk talk talk.. how did they manage to eat any food at all? But they did, she had ravioli limone as a main course and a small but delicious panna cotta with coffee. Yum.
There was just one sadness.. halfway through her ravioli, her right eye, the weakest, started to give her gyp.. pain.. and she developed the most cracking headache.. not so much fun.. and sadly it shows in her face in a snap that Patrick took of her at the lunch table but she's getting used to this happening and you can't stay home all the time, can you?
They parted at a reasonable hour just before 2.30pm, she came home and did a huge amount of sorting out etc. Did several loads of washing, of bed linens, sweaters, etc, etc.
This morning the plumber and one of the contractors came to look at the inside of the room.. our bedroom.. where this serious work has to be done, like hacking back plaster to the brickwork up to a height of five feet, the emptying of books cases, the storage of these books, the emptying of her enormous office cupboard, the storage of all its' contents and the removal of both the book cases and the cupboard, rather them than me as it is a fitted cupboard!
Replacing the floor boards directly underneath the window, taking off all the woodwork of the window, removing the electrical and telephone sockets.. oi vey.. huge amount of work. It is going to take three to four weeks minimum, so I will be in the aviary for one week longer to allow the smell of all the chemicals and paint to dispearse.. I'll be bald when I come out.. she won't be happy at all.
ALL because a contractor did shoddy exterior work ten years ago.. he didn't repair the window sill, put the damp course in completely the wrong place and removed a little drain on the steps which used to stop the rain water splashing onto the front wall. oi vey.
Too late now to go to the garden, she's staying here and doing more house work. Me.. I'm off to sit on front pole and to have a dozy time.
OK, I'll give you a clue, just one. In the post before last, I spoke about four jackets, now figure out the title of this post.
GeeGee Parrot.
April 13th, 2016.
So off she went to lunch on time and properly dressed in pretty female clothes, a change from her gardening kit in which you can't tell which sex she is.. big waxed jacket.. skinny black jeans.. leather work boots.. shorter hair than most men. she could be a young boy!
Patrick was there ahead of time.. with his new French passport in his pocket, they're a little 'speedier' at renewing their citizens passports than their British counterparts.. who take ages.
Talk talk talk.. how did they manage to eat any food at all? But they did, she had ravioli limone as a main course and a small but delicious panna cotta with coffee. Yum.
There was just one sadness.. halfway through her ravioli, her right eye, the weakest, started to give her gyp.. pain.. and she developed the most cracking headache.. not so much fun.. and sadly it shows in her face in a snap that Patrick took of her at the lunch table but she's getting used to this happening and you can't stay home all the time, can you?
They parted at a reasonable hour just before 2.30pm, she came home and did a huge amount of sorting out etc. Did several loads of washing, of bed linens, sweaters, etc, etc.
This morning the plumber and one of the contractors came to look at the inside of the room.. our bedroom.. where this serious work has to be done, like hacking back plaster to the brickwork up to a height of five feet, the emptying of books cases, the storage of these books, the emptying of her enormous office cupboard, the storage of all its' contents and the removal of both the book cases and the cupboard, rather them than me as it is a fitted cupboard!
Replacing the floor boards directly underneath the window, taking off all the woodwork of the window, removing the electrical and telephone sockets.. oi vey.. huge amount of work. It is going to take three to four weeks minimum, so I will be in the aviary for one week longer to allow the smell of all the chemicals and paint to dispearse.. I'll be bald when I come out.. she won't be happy at all.
ALL because a contractor did shoddy exterior work ten years ago.. he didn't repair the window sill, put the damp course in completely the wrong place and removed a little drain on the steps which used to stop the rain water splashing onto the front wall. oi vey.
Too late now to go to the garden, she's staying here and doing more house work. Me.. I'm off to sit on front pole and to have a dozy time.
OK, I'll give you a clue, just one. In the post before last, I spoke about four jackets, now figure out the title of this post.
GeeGee Parrot.
April 13th, 2016.
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