We 've had a 'strange' week here in deepest Knightsbridge, veryvery strange indeed. Let me begin at the beginning because you all know that's my favourite place to start a tale!
She replied to Kate upon the subject of Angela dying, then went to her big walk-in clothes cupboard. She was saying "please let me be small enough to wear it" and so I hopped onto the cupboard door as WHO knew what she was talking about!
AH.. yes, this makes perfect sense. When Darling Hay, her much beloved aunt, died in 2003, only her sons and grandchildren were at the funeral but a massive memorial service and party to celebrate her life was held two months later.
In that time span of two months, she had a dress and jacket made especially for the occasion. Of glazed cotton, the background is black and the print is a riot of colour with: Wisteria, poppies of all different colours and roses, both jacket and dress are lined in Scapparelli Pink!
We both held our breath as she undid the zipper of the cloth bag it has lived in for thirteen years. She climbed into the dress and pulled it up, it slid over her hips, she did up the zip - it has a low scooped out back - she looked up at me with wet eyes and a big smile and said "Oh GeeGee, it fits, now let's pray for a sunny day".
For what could be more fitting to wear to her much beloved friends' funeral / memorial / wake than a pretty item of clothing in a fabulous fabric. Angela will appreciate this, her love of textiles and design being legendary. With that sorted, she got out the shoes and handbag that she will be using and put them on the floor beside where the dress bag is hanging.
And off she went to the garden.
Silly Billy Me.. I can't go with her yet, having taken most of my clothes off. I am, therefore, subject to sun and wind and have to stay at home until my feathers grow back. You'll be pleased to hear that in the last week, yes, it is a week since we lasted posted on my blog, a huge amount of my big top feathers have re-appeared! But it is my small fluffy ones that are the important guys, for they stop me being cold. They are my 'thermals'.
She has spent the mornings with me and then left at abour 1.00pm to go to the garden. Little shed is immaculate! He would be more immaculate if she could put most of the stuff back into Tool shed but silly old briar is still in residence and she cannot get at his door.
There was one day when she was stuck there for much longer than she wanted to be. She forgot to take a jacket and RAIN and WIND rode into town! Whoosh, they descended upon Kew and Chiswick for several hours! The asparagus grew tall and strong before her eyes.. alas and alack so did weed and briar.. but soil was very happy as it had been dry for a week.
However, she was stuck inside little shed! So washed plates and glasses, put them into a clean bucket and put it on the small table outside, kind rain rinsed them twice, then she dried and polished them! Waste not! Eventually there was a lull in the storm, she locked the door and made a dash for the gate, getting home very late!
Having gained the disgraceful amount of 2 lbs at the weigh-in on May 11th after being away in Pewsey where she ate bread and cereal, will she never learn, she wasn't having anymore of THAT nonsense! Someone said recently to her "that as you got older it's better to have a bit of weight on your arse to stop your face looking haggarded".
Well, her face isn't haggarded and she's NEVER had a fat arse but you all know she has a dodgy knee (as a result of contracting Polio aged 6) and does not intend to have a 'problem' with it as she gets older, so is doing something about it now.
Having started on June 29th, 2015 at half a lb off 12stone, 167.5 lbs to be precise, she's on a mission to lighten the load on her knees with the full backing of her supportive GP, Dr. Katherine, who has all of her medical notes dating back to January 1954!
In this last week, she has eaten three proper meals a day with snacks of fat free yoghurt. She's drunk a minimum of 3 x 500ml bottles of homemade 'lemon' water each with an added teaspoonful of magnesium citrate every day besides other fluids, she's walked a lot at high speed and done a lot of work at the allotments.
She resisted wolfing down slices of the most delicious cakes and brownies from her Rumanian friends at the Parson's Green Farmer's Market on Sunday AND the offer of several delicious loaves of Sourdough bread from Olivers' Bakery!
So you'll be as pleased to know as Cassandra, Pat and Katy and the rest of her group were, yesterday when she got on the dreaded scales at weigh-in and they recorded a loss in one week of.. drum roll please.. FOUR LBS!
YUBBA-DUBBA.. as Barney Flintstone would say! 9stone and 10lbs.. aka 136lbs.
As Katy said to her in group "hey, you're in sight of target, what did you do differently last week?" So she told them and all the 'old timers' - aka known as people who have maintained their weight-loss for several years - nodded their heads and smiled.
None of these men and women have had gastric surgery or face lifts, what they have done was go about facing their, in some times, massive weight with the commitment to loose the lbs and keep them off. It takes determination and hard work to make and keep this commitment to YOURSELF.
Let me tell you, Dear Readers, she hasn't done it for anyone else except herself and poor dodgy knee. And with the help of Emma, her very secret secret, she has very few lines upon her face, absolutely not one on her cleavage AND has a small arse! Which wear, with ease, Lee jeans size 4 American.. aka 8 UK.
And now, Dear Readers, we are heading for YumYum HQ.. she has a fancy for two eggs, bacon and mushrooms and I 'quite' like the idea of a soft boiled egg with a side order of hummus.
'The sky is blue, the sun is 'ris.
I wonder where the birdee is?
Some people say the bird is on wing.
But that's absurd.
For the wing is on the bird'.
GeeGee Parrot.
May 17th, 2016.
She replied to Kate upon the subject of Angela dying, then went to her big walk-in clothes cupboard. She was saying "please let me be small enough to wear it" and so I hopped onto the cupboard door as WHO knew what she was talking about!
AH.. yes, this makes perfect sense. When Darling Hay, her much beloved aunt, died in 2003, only her sons and grandchildren were at the funeral but a massive memorial service and party to celebrate her life was held two months later.
In that time span of two months, she had a dress and jacket made especially for the occasion. Of glazed cotton, the background is black and the print is a riot of colour with: Wisteria, poppies of all different colours and roses, both jacket and dress are lined in Scapparelli Pink!
We both held our breath as she undid the zipper of the cloth bag it has lived in for thirteen years. She climbed into the dress and pulled it up, it slid over her hips, she did up the zip - it has a low scooped out back - she looked up at me with wet eyes and a big smile and said "Oh GeeGee, it fits, now let's pray for a sunny day".
For what could be more fitting to wear to her much beloved friends' funeral / memorial / wake than a pretty item of clothing in a fabulous fabric. Angela will appreciate this, her love of textiles and design being legendary. With that sorted, she got out the shoes and handbag that she will be using and put them on the floor beside where the dress bag is hanging.
And off she went to the garden.
Silly Billy Me.. I can't go with her yet, having taken most of my clothes off. I am, therefore, subject to sun and wind and have to stay at home until my feathers grow back. You'll be pleased to hear that in the last week, yes, it is a week since we lasted posted on my blog, a huge amount of my big top feathers have re-appeared! But it is my small fluffy ones that are the important guys, for they stop me being cold. They are my 'thermals'.
She has spent the mornings with me and then left at abour 1.00pm to go to the garden. Little shed is immaculate! He would be more immaculate if she could put most of the stuff back into Tool shed but silly old briar is still in residence and she cannot get at his door.
There was one day when she was stuck there for much longer than she wanted to be. She forgot to take a jacket and RAIN and WIND rode into town! Whoosh, they descended upon Kew and Chiswick for several hours! The asparagus grew tall and strong before her eyes.. alas and alack so did weed and briar.. but soil was very happy as it had been dry for a week.
However, she was stuck inside little shed! So washed plates and glasses, put them into a clean bucket and put it on the small table outside, kind rain rinsed them twice, then she dried and polished them! Waste not! Eventually there was a lull in the storm, she locked the door and made a dash for the gate, getting home very late!
Having gained the disgraceful amount of 2 lbs at the weigh-in on May 11th after being away in Pewsey where she ate bread and cereal, will she never learn, she wasn't having anymore of THAT nonsense! Someone said recently to her "that as you got older it's better to have a bit of weight on your arse to stop your face looking haggarded".
Well, her face isn't haggarded and she's NEVER had a fat arse but you all know she has a dodgy knee (as a result of contracting Polio aged 6) and does not intend to have a 'problem' with it as she gets older, so is doing something about it now.
Having started on June 29th, 2015 at half a lb off 12stone, 167.5 lbs to be precise, she's on a mission to lighten the load on her knees with the full backing of her supportive GP, Dr. Katherine, who has all of her medical notes dating back to January 1954!
In this last week, she has eaten three proper meals a day with snacks of fat free yoghurt. She's drunk a minimum of 3 x 500ml bottles of homemade 'lemon' water each with an added teaspoonful of magnesium citrate every day besides other fluids, she's walked a lot at high speed and done a lot of work at the allotments.
She resisted wolfing down slices of the most delicious cakes and brownies from her Rumanian friends at the Parson's Green Farmer's Market on Sunday AND the offer of several delicious loaves of Sourdough bread from Olivers' Bakery!
So you'll be as pleased to know as Cassandra, Pat and Katy and the rest of her group were, yesterday when she got on the dreaded scales at weigh-in and they recorded a loss in one week of.. drum roll please.. FOUR LBS!
YUBBA-DUBBA.. as Barney Flintstone would say! 9stone and 10lbs.. aka 136lbs.
As Katy said to her in group "hey, you're in sight of target, what did you do differently last week?" So she told them and all the 'old timers' - aka known as people who have maintained their weight-loss for several years - nodded their heads and smiled.
None of these men and women have had gastric surgery or face lifts, what they have done was go about facing their, in some times, massive weight with the commitment to loose the lbs and keep them off. It takes determination and hard work to make and keep this commitment to YOURSELF.
Let me tell you, Dear Readers, she hasn't done it for anyone else except herself and poor dodgy knee. And with the help of Emma, her very secret secret, she has very few lines upon her face, absolutely not one on her cleavage AND has a small arse! Which wear, with ease, Lee jeans size 4 American.. aka 8 UK.
And now, Dear Readers, we are heading for YumYum HQ.. she has a fancy for two eggs, bacon and mushrooms and I 'quite' like the idea of a soft boiled egg with a side order of hummus.
'The sky is blue, the sun is 'ris.
I wonder where the birdee is?
Some people say the bird is on wing.
But that's absurd.
For the wing is on the bird'.
GeeGee Parrot.
May 17th, 2016.
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