ONE OF YOU READS MY BLOG...

And.. our Dear Reader Caroline in Exeter knows her music..

For she emailed HER today saying that the name of the song was "Sitting on the dock of the bay, waiting for the tide to come in".. by, of course, Otis Reading.. 

Now it is a good thing there is a mysterious parcel already winging its way to her, or SHE would have to rush out tomorrow to send her a 'REDDIE'..

I really am off now.. "good night".

GeeGee Parrot.

September 10th, 2012.

AIR TRAVEL '97.. St.Helier, Brussels, Deauville, NYC.. Part One of a Quartet..

SHE was late getting act into gear.. had to go to Post Office with a package for Caroline.. no, not telling what, it is supposed to be a surprise, don't want her reading about it on MY Blog!

When SHE comes back, SHE will write the Tale of '97 and all those Airmiles that were accumulated that year!  

So come back later.. as this Tale will be written probably in the form of a Quartet..  much to tell.. read on here..

SHE is back.. Package posted to Caroline. SHE went shopping in market, brought home basket full to brim with all sorts of very scrummydumptious things.

Ooooh.. WE jurst had simply wonderful meal.. Sweet Corn, fresh.. there was one whole corn, SHE cut it into three so I had a HUGE piece.. 

WE have it with Olive Oil, Chilli flakes, salt and pepper.. then OUR favourite Squidly-Diddly with some sort of Pasta that looks like Rice and Broccolli.. what more would a redbummed person want?

I am now dozing on comfy sittingroom door whilst SHE taps that thing.

Are YOU sitting comfortably?  Then SHE will begin..

YOU may remember Tale of 'An English Duke.. and The Red Sock Party'? It was first mention of 'The Pilot'. Then SHE wrote Post called 'Bigger Wings than Mine' which was Tale of HER and Pilot loonnng ago in 1971 when they flew a small twin engined aircraft, a Britton Normand Islander, all the way from Bembridge, Isle of Wight to Ndola, Zambia, Africa.. it took FORTY flying hours.. yes, it was a very long time..  

This Tale picks up after the 'English Duke and The Red Sock Tale' party which happened in March 1997. YOU will gather from this that SHE has known Pilot for most of HER adult life, they met jurst before HER 19th birthday. 

Just to put facts straight.. 

When I say that, I do not mean that they were in constant communication, for he told HER something in 1971 which was shocking. SHE did not see him TWENTY years and they met, purely by chance in 1991, as SHE left the house and literally 'bumped' into him and another man on the pavement.

The three of them had a drink and parted but this was how he knew where SHE now lived and where he wrote to in late 1996.


Back to Tale.. 

After seeing each other for a couple of months, Pilot knew SHE had always lurved flying and asked HER if a trip to St.Helier and lunch with a couple of his friends would be fun.. "Why not" was HER response, so SHE met him at Gatwick and off they flew, business was done by the men whilst SHE and other woman lunched, they flew back into Gatwick.

As he was putting HER onto the train, he asked if SHE would like to come down to the country the next weekend, but would SHE meet him at an airfield in North London where he would pick HER up.. "Yes, but don't forget Dagga will be with ME"..  Dagga went everywhere with HER! 

Pilot KNEW HER very well and knew that if he wanted HER company.. then Parrot was part of the package as it were.. he secretly quite liked Dagga..

So Dagga and SHE got to North London, he flew in, they climbed aboard and flew to Brussels.. Where they landed, they did not pass Belgium Customs as 'Airside' were the new owners of the light aircraft, a single engine Commander which they had purchased two days previously.

SHE got into the back with Dagga on HER lap, female owner climbed in too, the two men got behind the controls, and off they flew to Bournemouth.. 

YOU all be thinking "Did this woman never work?".. SHE did.

Then an old friend of HERS got married and at the wedding, Pilot said, as men do when they are trying hard to impress old 'friends', "Do YOU think Charlotte and Mark would like to go to Deauville for lunch?".. SHE nearly choked on a nibble SHE was eating.. Oh.. trying very hard was Pilot.. HE had committed a 'dreadful, dreadful crime' many years previously and was trying to oooouze his way back into HER good books again.. it was humourous to watch!

So back to North London Airfield again.. this time no Dagga as they were jurst going for lunch and SHE had plans for the weekend which did not include Pilot.

Off they flew, gurls in the back.. Pilot and Mark up front.. to the French Coast.. delicious lunch.. But Pilot very boring with his mobile phone.. which he did not seem to realise had an OFF switch!

Then it was May and May meant that it was Casey Tolar's BIG SIX O.. she was such a star.. she had invited 60 of her friends to join her, Tom and Shannon, their daughter, to celebrate her birthday in New York City with 4 days and nights of fantastic fun in marvellous places.  

Casey had jurst bought a fantastic apartment on Park Avenue.. whoo whooo.. such a view from the 17th floor.. and one of the evenings was to be a 'cocktail party with jewels to be worn' type evening here at Casey's new home.

And instead of having to put your hand into your wallet, she asked everyone for $130, that was it.. Casey had paid for everything up front and got great, no, NOT great.. AMAAZING deals.. YOU will see why when SHE writes what they did! 

Two of the guests at The Red Sock Party had been Casey and Tom, so they knew Pilot and asked him if he would like to come too?  Very nice, SHE thought of HER friends to do that.. Pilot accepted the invitation.

SHE flew out first to NYC as SHE was holding three days of HER 'Trunk Show' in Manhattan, these were where SHE showed and sold items to HER private and trade clients, they went very well, three days passed by in flash as SHE was busy, busy with clients in day and busy, busy seeing friends at night.

And then lovely doorman was ringing her intercom - SHE was staying in a glorious apartment in the 50's on 2nd Avenue - and saying "Miss ...., your guest is here, may I bring him up".

It is now past eight of the clock, MY bedtime.. and this is a suitable place to stop 'AIR TRAVEL '97'.. Part One.

"Good night Dear Readers".

GeeGee Parrot.
September 10th, 2012.

SITTING ON TOP OF THE DOOR..

Cannot remember the words of the song about sitting on a dock.. but it sounds quite like what is a'going on here at home..

Very quiet day, locked out of the garden by a defunct key, SHE sat on the step and I perched outside for a couple of hours in the sunshine.. very pleasant it was too.

Then SHE lay down for a nap.. SHE gets tired mid afternoon but then SHE wakes up looonng before I do.. now it is past eight of the clock, almost MY bed time, SHE is reading a Peter James thriller and ME, I am jurst a'dozing on top of comfy door in sitting room.

Fierce Frosty Tiger is sitting at other end.. he is one of door frame protectors along with ole Daffy Duck, he is quite scary, I don't have 'chats' with him like I do with Daffy.

SHe is quiet because norty sad tooth hurts.. this will now have to come out, it seemed ok when the work was first done but dentist DID say that it might have to be removed.. sigh.. poor tooth.

The swollen gum has gone down and now tooth is loose and wobbly.

And all because those silly bakers don't wash their pans out and the crust builds up.. it was as hard as a piece of shell.. infact, that was what both SHE and the company thought it was, Walnut shell, but no, upon examination they admitted it was crust!

Makes eating very tricky.. like friend who had major dental work also this week.. what a pair of old 'gummies' they are.. I am very lucky to have Beaky, that is for sure!

OK.. bed time for this small redbummed person. I don't think SHE will be far behind ME.. "Good night Dear Readers".

GeeGee Parrot.
September 9th, 2011.

VERY BORING LAND AGENTS.

WE were all ready, well, SHE did all the work getting US ready, to go across the road into those lurverly gardens.. 

WE crossed the road, waved digital key card in front of the reader and.. instead of 'BeepBeep.. Geen light' all WE got was 'BeepBeep RED light.. they have changed the code and NOT given HER a new key..

SHE has certainly paid HER annual Garden Maintenance charge.. so Messrs Knight, Frank and Rubbish (as they used to be called by HER Godfather).. owe US a new key.

But no point in getting our underwear in a twist.. We have had to make do with sitting on our steps.. jurst like a lot of other folk do.. but it is a little bit annoying when YOU can see them but cannot get through the gate!

So now SHE is going to have some lunch! I am not hungry! I am going to doze for a while, I am so unused to HER being around in middle of day.. it was very pleasant to sit in the shaded sunshine for a couple of hours.

As there is no lock on that pavement gate SHE is going to get a bike lock so that on Sundays, as no one needs to come down the stairs, SHE will be able to lock the gate so that I can sit outside in the sun if SHE is at home.. can not do it now.. people snatch birds in cages.. 

Jurst think... NO.. dreadful thought, let's NOT think that.. jurst always remember to keep OUR animals safe. PLEASE.

Off to doze and chat to Dagga-the-Parrot in Dreamland.

GeeGee Parrot.
September 9th, 2012.

WHAT IS OLD MISTER SUN DOING?

Good morning Dear Readers.. chilly-billy! 

That old Mister Sun is certainly taking his time to wake up and shine on deepest Knightsbridge.. SHE says that 'picnic' weather is not always very warm.. "so why are WE going out if it is not warm?".. I wonder, strange habits Humans have.

I had another 'French Dream' last night.. I hope that SHE gives ME a bit of peace and quiet so Dagga-the-Parrot and I can have a translation session together.. can't do it if SHE is talking too much.

This morning WE had a grand session of cuddle-cuddle-scritch-scratch under the quilt.. so cosy and warm, pity one has to be 'grown-up' and 'get up', isn't it?

OH... HEADS UP...

It has been brought to OUR attention that several of YOU, Dear Readers, are having problems posting comments in MY Comments box at the end of posts. there is a trick to this.. 

When YOU have written your comment.. YOU MURST click on PREVIEW.. then YOU will see (usually) two boxes, one has some rather faint number or numbers in it and the other has a selection of very jumbled up letters, some may be in capitals or they may all be in lower case.

YOU HAVE TO COPY BOTH THE LETTERS AND THE NUMBERS INTO THE BOX UNDERNEATH..

If YOU put the wrong letters or numbers in, it will refresh with another set for YOU to copy.

Then press 'Publish' and if everything is ok, then YOUR comment should show immediately. WE find when WE are doing this on other people's Blog, it much easier if YOU can enlarge the screen as figures and numbers are tiny and all jumbled up together.

Got to go.. SHE says it is time to get our stuff together.. more later, I do hope SHE can get HER toes brown.. From HER arch upwards feet are tanned.. below arch and toes are white! Very strange look..

GeeGee Parrot.
September 9th, 2012.

I HAVE NEVER BEEN ON A PICNIC BEFORE!

Yes, Dear Readers, tomorrow SHE is not going to garden but WE are going into the gardens infront of our house and SHE is taking a picnic for US! 

SHE says a picnic is food to go outside with so there will be cold roast chicken legs, SHE eats the meat I eat the bones.. 'WE' are very cheap to feed if someone would like to adopt us.. joke.. please note..

Then some sort of salad, plus beans in vinagrette sauce, I LURVE 
them done like that! And potato salad that SHE has jurst done, some fruity-tooty, water for ME, dry ginger ale with fresh mint and lots of ice for HER, it is delicious.. especially if minty has flowers on the tips.

I will go in my long travelling cage without the bottom so I can play with the grass.. SHE will take a rug, I will be in the shade and SHE will lie in the sunny bit and WE will be a happy couple enjoying fresh air and seeing different things.

But soon I will be able to go back to the garden, it is getting slightly cooler, although SHE said it was 'bakingly' hot today, mind YOU, SHE was on HER hands and knees weeding underneath the little baby apple trees.

And, hopefully, Mr. Wizard will be with us to put up the extra wire fencing between the football fields and the terrace! It will stop the footballs coming over and stop anyone climbing over the fence! Especially if they make the top bit a bit wobbly AND train nasty Mister Briar along the top.. no one in their right mind would try and come over that.. 

Weather forecast is fine for a few more days and then rain.. yippee.. all the Daffodil and Narcissus bulbs can go in plus an amazing assortment of Tulips.. yes yes, 'Parrots' are going in as well.

Tomorrow is the final day of the ParaLympics.. what amazing things have been achieved.. jurst amaaazing. What courage, determination and fortitude has been shown and by so many people.

I hope that the competitors enjoyed it as much as WE did watching them? Really fabulous tales to tell children and grandchildren.. to be able to say to them..

"Yes, I won GOLD at London 2012"..  " well done everyone, bravo".

GeeGee Parrot.
September 8th, 2012.

BOOM BOOM & DALE CHIHULY.. WHOOO!

NO, Dear Readers! SHE is not quoting Basil Brush.. this was the feeling in HER lower jaw as SHE made HER way home from those lovely Homeopathic Pharmacists, Ainsworths, in New Cavendish Street, London W1.

The very kind and gentle dentist agreed that SHE should have this incase of infection and to keep HER gum from bleeding, he said "that is what we use in the Clinic, it is absolutely the best thing to have".

On the bus coming home, feeling slightly 'bashed' around the jaw, as norty tooth had broken, all thanks to Irwin's Bakery not cleaning their baking pans. WE kid YOU not, this was their explanation, written in a letter that SHE received.. yes, tooth had broken below the gum line so the false back he has made, of course, only goes down to the gum, not below it.

SHE was not feeling great.. but something made HER look to the central reservation of Park Lane. And in one nanosecond.. HER day was made absolutely purrfect, for there, in the open, not locked up in a Museum but FREE for everyone to look and marvel at was an installation by one of HER most favourite artists..

Dale Chihulys 'Torchlight' was glistening and shining in the hot sun with Hyde Park as a backdrop.

"OH, THANK YOU" to which ever organisation organised this to be exhibited here, what a glorious thing to have in OUR city.. SHE has since discovered that it has been there for months and SHE must have passed it several times..

Which only goes to prove / show that when ONE aka YOU, ME, HER or THEY are not feeling great.. sometimes there are beautiful things right infront of nose but not seen.. 

SHE is easy to please, is MY mama.. in fact, WE both are.

GeeGee Parrot.
September 7th, 2012.

DO EARTHWORMS GET HEADACHES?

Good evening Dear Readers.. and I trust YOU are having a 'good' evening?  WE are as SHE got off bus at North End Road and went to lubbly-jubbly Fishmonger.. and bought Sardine Fillets.. 

Whoa.. delicious beyond belief and so different to those slinky people that come out of tins.. with a bit of bread and some salt.. stuff to dream about, SHE gave ME two whole fish and I ate the lot and smacked MY chops.. yea please, may WE have those again?

Now back to those poor ole earthworms and headaches.. YOU see SHE had previously forked over this huge bed, turned everything upside down which left it looking dreadfully messy but what SHE was doing was killing scrappy grass and weeds, today SHE went over it bit by bit and dug out all the weeds, grass roots and put them onto a 'take away' pile, NO.. WE don't want couch grass roots in OUR compost pile.  Horrid stuff.

Then SHE took an old metal fork and bashed it straight down onto the clumps of earth and when SHE told me this about, I immediately thought "but what about earthworms, don't they get headaches?"

Who knows the answer to this? But after working hard for two hours on what had been a scrappy bit of ground, there is now a well dug-over and weed free bed. All ready for our winter potatoes.. nothing better than 'Baby Potatoes' home grown for Christmas Day.

SHE has to remember to harvest the Mints, SHE grows several different varities and planted some in the paths, when SHE cuts the grass the smell is glorious and Ants HATE it.. so, too, do Mice!

But tomorrow is Dental Day, WE have to look at the appointment card, as WE cannot remember what time it is but it is only jurst behind The V& A.. not a long way to shuffle.. 

So with tummies full of Sardine and lubbly-jubbly Rye Bread, chewed MANY times, by both of us.. it is time to bathe and hit the sack.. WE had a loong day today and tomorrow is going to be a corker as SHE has so much to do.. 

I had a VERY long 'chat' with Dagga-the-Parrot today, as HE is in great Parrot Playground in the sky, YOU have to realise that I have to be asleep in order for US to be able to communicate.. 

But a HUGE amount of translating went on and HE has 'up-loaded- several of MY dreams into HIS memory in English so now it jurst a question of HIM getting them through to HER so SHE can transcribe them onto MY Blog.. "Hello.. is there anyone there?".. sometimes, I wonder!

But WE send our love and hope that everything went well to OUR dear friend who underwent huge amount of dental work today..  it makes HER one extraction tomorrow look like a walk in the park!

That's your lot.. off WE go.. I will here tomorrow, at some point, to keep YOU up to date on the goings on aka shenanigans of our household!

GeeGee Parrot.
September 6th, 2012.

LAPPYSANG & BUTTERY EGG..

Yes Dear Readers.. it is that magical hour when SWSBO.. ah ha.. YOU've forgotten who that is, haven't YOU.. It stands for SHE who should be obeyed.. 

Well, YOU know.. one has to let 'authority' think they are in control, it keeps them sweet

But, back to more important things, when SHE woke ME up this morning, the curtains were not drawn so room was still snuggly-buggly cosy and dark, a mug of our favourite tea was beside bed, so up SHE climbed, bed is VERY high off ground, and in WE snuggled under quilt and yes.. tea was offered.. ooooh.. such slurpy-happiness! 

I LURVE LAPSANG! I truly do.. and I think it is about time SHE trotted off back to Twinings to invest in some more tea.. so awful to run out.

Then I flew off to molest a Monkey Nut and to allow HER to finish slurping in peace.. now it is Buttery Egg time.

SHE is off to garden today and I will perch comfortably, probably on bathroom door, and do MY preliminary draft about recent 'Frenchy Dream' that I had.. YOU see, I don't speak French but I 'am' French in MY dreams.. see the problem, I have to 'speak' with Dagga-the-Parrot who helps ME with the translation bit. Yes, he 'speaks and understands' French.. clever Parrot that HE is.

So YumYum HQ.. here WE come..

But before I go.. Now WE know who has been reading MY Blog in Australia.. it is HER friends Pamela and Paul.. all the way at the other side of world and they read MY Blog.. ooh, SHE got a text message from Pam this morning to say that they were back after loong time to see Pams' family in Queensland.

AND.. WE now know that it has not a Blog Spaniard reading in Spain, it has been an Austrian in Barcelona! Yes, Gabi has been in that Spanish city.. WE hope she has been eating Jamon de Serrano and drinking chilled Fino with Salted Almonds? 

ByeBye.. time to flap off now.. more later.

GeeGee Parrot.
September 6th, 2012.

AWOL.. TWO OF HER GARDENING FRIENDS...

Strange how memory works on mind.. HER first thoughts this morning, even before SHE opened her eyes were "September 5th, eldest brothers' birthday!

How weird is that?  She has not spoken to him for nearly ten years.. yes, I did say, TEN years.. He caused THEIR mother to die of a broken heart and somethings,  jurst something, cannot be forgiven or forgotten..  

HUH... Was I asked if I wanted to go to garden today? Nope, SHE trotted off by herself, didn't even take old Wicker.. so WE stayed at home and plotted revenge.
    
Nice to see the dear ole bat on good form again.. only now is it possible to realise how tense life has been around 'OK' corral.. but today SHE came home complaining that NO avian person had been there with HER.. 

"Where were Mister's Robin and Thrush", SHE wants to know?  Ole Blackbird was there banging out his merry tune and Rock Dove was surely declaring his lurve.. over and over again..  but of Robin and Thrush, not a sign.

This is most weird as usually within ten minutes of HER digging over a bed, they appear but not today!  Had to work alone.. that will teach HER to leave ME behind..   

SHE is off there again tomorrow, all that work SHE did two weeks ago has paid off, SHE will have 'seed' potatoes in the new very large bed on plot # 35 this week end and rest of the beds are now all ready for the rotted manure SHE is bringing in to do winter mulch.

SHE cuts Autumn Raspberries down to ground in February, some of the manure has to be kept in order to do those in late winter..

Blackberries are for chop.. whether they fruited or not, they will be cut back and some roots pulled out.. they spread like crazy and will take over a plot as quick as rat down drain pipe.. so pick axe and spade will be in use fomorrow.. SHE is leaving early as Thursday is a Dentist day.. oh dear.

Oh, listen to this.. Irwins, who make 'Rankin' Brown Soda Bread,  sold in Tesco, have admitted that 'object' which broke HER back molar was a piece of HARDENED CRUST, they waffled on about how the crust builds up in their baking tins.. 

"Hello, are the pans NOT washed between batches, apparently  NOT".. they have offered HER 3 x £1.00 vouchers! 

I think not..

But now, it is time for that Gardening Dolly and this small Red Bummed person to go to bed.. yawn.. 

GeeGee Parrot.
September 5th, 2012.