Oh, Dear Readers, you have NO idea how happy I am! After having been given scary news yesterday about her enlarged Abdominal Aorta, who knew such a thing existed, she has had a lovely day.
Rather than sitting in a heap snivelling and dripping hot, salty wet tears onto me at home, she picked herself up out of bed at some hideously early hour, cooked me my boiled egg and took herself off to have the blood tests on an empty tumtum.. aka nil by mouth.
Then went onto the second medical appointment of the day and after that, she came home. She gave me more YumYum and refilled my swimming pool (extra large ceramic bowl full of water into which I KNOW she sneaks that anti-plucking homeopathic medicine).
She donned a waterproof jacket 'cos it was raining, are we ever going to have any sun this Summer? She plundered chilly white larder.. aka fridge.. of a large but slightly unusual tortilla and high-tailed it off to Ellie's Dairy at Borough Market. Anyone would think she works for this company!
But if you're a little bit sad around the edges AND NOT wanting to go down that slippery slope into a depressed state, you do as Liza sang and THAT, Dear Readers.. is to go to the cabaret and Borough Market with its' thousands of tourists along with charming regulars, is a Cabaret with a Capital C!
So off she went with her tortilla to see Joe and Roy, he runs the Caerphilly Cheese stall which is next door to Ellies. So what with these two nice men and lots of funny, both peculiar and haha, customers, the time flew! There was method in her madness!
She returned home in pouring rain.. it will be no more that 9 degrees tonight.. that's a bit of a damp squid for the first night of July, isn't it? Which, of course, you realise is the second of the three months that we have for Summer. The first month being June, which was diabolical.. wet and dismal beyond belief.. old Slimy Slug has been doing his worst and eating everything in sight and what he hasn't eaten, rain and wind have blown into the next door field!
A pox on this filthy British weather!
So we have had supper.. slurpy turkey with onions and garlic! And have retreated to her bed and I'm sitting in pole position on her head making sure with my birds' eye view that she doesn't slip anything into / onto my blog that shouldn't be there.
But now to the title of this post.. many years ago, in 1990, she met a lovelylovely woman called Gayle Matson. They became friends. Gayle moved back to Chicago after about six years but they've kept in touch. Letters, post / Christmas cards etc, telephone calls.. but Gayle didn't know about my blog (!!) shock horror! because she hadn't got an email address.
However, after a call that my mum made this last week to Gayle, a friend of Gayles' called Susan has come to our rescue and is allowing Gayle access to the internet through HER email address and computer until Gayle gets an email address set up.
And so here we are! Now she can read as much as she wants to about what we, my mum and I, get up to, and what is happening in London, a city that Gayle and her lovely husband Norman lived in for those six veryvery happy years in the '90s.
"Welcome dearest Gayle.. yes sweetie, we surely did have a lot of fun in that six years, did we not!"
GeeGee Parrot.
July 1st, 2016.
PostScript: MY birthday is on the 29th of THIS month but there's another important date coming up veryvery soon, like within the week, I hope for your sakes that you remember what it is!
Rather than sitting in a heap snivelling and dripping hot, salty wet tears onto me at home, she picked herself up out of bed at some hideously early hour, cooked me my boiled egg and took herself off to have the blood tests on an empty tumtum.. aka nil by mouth.
Then went onto the second medical appointment of the day and after that, she came home. She gave me more YumYum and refilled my swimming pool (extra large ceramic bowl full of water into which I KNOW she sneaks that anti-plucking homeopathic medicine).
She donned a waterproof jacket 'cos it was raining, are we ever going to have any sun this Summer? She plundered chilly white larder.. aka fridge.. of a large but slightly unusual tortilla and high-tailed it off to Ellie's Dairy at Borough Market. Anyone would think she works for this company!
But if you're a little bit sad around the edges AND NOT wanting to go down that slippery slope into a depressed state, you do as Liza sang and THAT, Dear Readers.. is to go to the cabaret and Borough Market with its' thousands of tourists along with charming regulars, is a Cabaret with a Capital C!
So off she went with her tortilla to see Joe and Roy, he runs the Caerphilly Cheese stall which is next door to Ellies. So what with these two nice men and lots of funny, both peculiar and haha, customers, the time flew! There was method in her madness!
She returned home in pouring rain.. it will be no more that 9 degrees tonight.. that's a bit of a damp squid for the first night of July, isn't it? Which, of course, you realise is the second of the three months that we have for Summer. The first month being June, which was diabolical.. wet and dismal beyond belief.. old Slimy Slug has been doing his worst and eating everything in sight and what he hasn't eaten, rain and wind have blown into the next door field!
A pox on this filthy British weather!
So we have had supper.. slurpy turkey with onions and garlic! And have retreated to her bed and I'm sitting in pole position on her head making sure with my birds' eye view that she doesn't slip anything into / onto my blog that shouldn't be there.
But now to the title of this post.. many years ago, in 1990, she met a lovelylovely woman called Gayle Matson. They became friends. Gayle moved back to Chicago after about six years but they've kept in touch. Letters, post / Christmas cards etc, telephone calls.. but Gayle didn't know about my blog (!!) shock horror! because she hadn't got an email address.
However, after a call that my mum made this last week to Gayle, a friend of Gayles' called Susan has come to our rescue and is allowing Gayle access to the internet through HER email address and computer until Gayle gets an email address set up.
And so here we are! Now she can read as much as she wants to about what we, my mum and I, get up to, and what is happening in London, a city that Gayle and her lovely husband Norman lived in for those six veryvery happy years in the '90s.
"Welcome dearest Gayle.. yes sweetie, we surely did have a lot of fun in that six years, did we not!"
GeeGee Parrot.
July 1st, 2016.
PostScript: MY birthday is on the 29th of THIS month but there's another important date coming up veryvery soon, like within the week, I hope for your sakes that you remember what it is!
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