And not one of my so-called fans or friends remembered! She remembered but she would, wouldn't she? I mean, I'm right there in her face or on top of her head nearly 24/7, there's no chance she'd forget. Besides, she puts important dates into her diary, isn't that what they there for, to put important dates in so one never forgets other people's birthdays, why don't other people do that?
But back to MY birthday. Well, there were no birthday cards for me, apart from the one she made out of edible stuff which was pretty clever, boohoo, so to be true to typical naughty teenage behaviour, I nibbled Claudia's basket handle whilst on our way to the allotments this morning.
Oh, sh12, perhaps I shouldn't have done that, for it's much nicer going by car than trundling along in those two buses which take forever or two buses and a tube which still takes a good forty minutes.
Moving swiftly along.. Yes, so I am now a teenager! Oh, yippee, you should see the look on my mum's face. Poor old bat, she fears for her sanity, you see, I'm already pretty weird.. read daft.. at the best of times and who ever heard of teenagers being on their best behaviour all the time?
Even St. Dagga Parrot ate the back of her Queen Anne Desk, the less said about that, the better!
The day started off fine.. then the British weather came out to play and it turned from a fine drizzle into quite heavy rain, you could see everything growing by the minute. Luckily Shack is snug and dry and she opened the curtains and I watched these two lunatics weeding in the rain.. and Claudia is German! You can't even say she's daft 'cos she British!
There they were, these two nutters, annoying weeds, digging out stones, getting wet, mum was ok 'cos she had her waterproof jacket on but we do have to go to Streatham Hill to get Claudia a set of waterproofs, a jacket and a pair of pull on trousers, for it's not so much fun gardening with a wet bum. Especially when you then have to sit in your wet trousers and drive for an hour to get home!
Tomorrow she ain't going anywhere! The Prudential Bicycle race is taking place and typically, yes, the roads we must travel upon are closed! More BOOHOOS.. as she wanted to do a great deal of carpentry work, she is replacing the edging of several raised beds but it will be a flippin' nightmare with the amount of road closures.
So she's staying at home and doing, perhaps I'll just frighten her by mentioning the dreaded word.. housework.. and oh dear, there is much to do, for a start, there's a humungeous pile of ironing and the back room MUST be sorted out.
Ugh.. rather her than me, I must confess.
So there we are. Monday she will be busy seeing folks. For at 10.30 she is meeting her most beloved Pat for a late breakfast in Fulham and then she is having lunch with John at 12.30at Jaffa Bakehouse on North End Road.
Gardening we must go on Tuesday, those new wooden frames for the raised beds are not going to construct themselves and time is surely a'moving on, we are almost into our third and the final month of Summer. In fact, shock horror! Tuesday IS the First of August! GULP.
So now you're all up to date.. and in deep dudu for forgetting my birthday. Shame upon you.
GeeGee Parrot.
July 29th, 2017.
Get your diaries or electronic organisers out and put in the date.. July 29th GeeGee's birthday.. then you won't feel so dreadful next year.
But back to MY birthday. Well, there were no birthday cards for me, apart from the one she made out of edible stuff which was pretty clever, boohoo, so to be true to typical naughty teenage behaviour, I nibbled Claudia's basket handle whilst on our way to the allotments this morning.
Oh, sh12, perhaps I shouldn't have done that, for it's much nicer going by car than trundling along in those two buses which take forever or two buses and a tube which still takes a good forty minutes.
Moving swiftly along.. Yes, so I am now a teenager! Oh, yippee, you should see the look on my mum's face. Poor old bat, she fears for her sanity, you see, I'm already pretty weird.. read daft.. at the best of times and who ever heard of teenagers being on their best behaviour all the time?
Even St. Dagga Parrot ate the back of her Queen Anne Desk, the less said about that, the better!
The day started off fine.. then the British weather came out to play and it turned from a fine drizzle into quite heavy rain, you could see everything growing by the minute. Luckily Shack is snug and dry and she opened the curtains and I watched these two lunatics weeding in the rain.. and Claudia is German! You can't even say she's daft 'cos she British!
There they were, these two nutters, annoying weeds, digging out stones, getting wet, mum was ok 'cos she had her waterproof jacket on but we do have to go to Streatham Hill to get Claudia a set of waterproofs, a jacket and a pair of pull on trousers, for it's not so much fun gardening with a wet bum. Especially when you then have to sit in your wet trousers and drive for an hour to get home!
Tomorrow she ain't going anywhere! The Prudential Bicycle race is taking place and typically, yes, the roads we must travel upon are closed! More BOOHOOS.. as she wanted to do a great deal of carpentry work, she is replacing the edging of several raised beds but it will be a flippin' nightmare with the amount of road closures.
So she's staying at home and doing, perhaps I'll just frighten her by mentioning the dreaded word.. housework.. and oh dear, there is much to do, for a start, there's a humungeous pile of ironing and the back room MUST be sorted out.
Ugh.. rather her than me, I must confess.
So there we are. Monday she will be busy seeing folks. For at 10.30 she is meeting her most beloved Pat for a late breakfast in Fulham and then she is having lunch with John at 12.30at Jaffa Bakehouse on North End Road.
Gardening we must go on Tuesday, those new wooden frames for the raised beds are not going to construct themselves and time is surely a'moving on, we are almost into our third and the final month of Summer. In fact, shock horror! Tuesday IS the First of August! GULP.
So now you're all up to date.. and in deep dudu for forgetting my birthday. Shame upon you.
GeeGee Parrot.
July 29th, 2017.
Get your diaries or electronic organisers out and put in the date.. July 29th GeeGee's birthday.. then you won't feel so dreadful next year.
