The morning after the night before!

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How kind of you to comment on my silly blog of last night/early morning……….

Oh dear! I didn’t get to bed until 3:30 but please don’t tell my dear husband who is also the chief gardener, my carer, my better half, the new commie chef, a man for all things now that he has been well trained over the past 57 years, mostly crammed into the last year and a half, as I wanted him to be able to survive if / when he became solo. Now he can use the washing machine, tumble dryer, knows how to erect the ironing board, rotary dryer in the garden, vacuum the house, cook up a simple meal, clear up counter tops, shop in the supermarket unsupervised plus a multitude of other everyday tasks that are gradually being introduced to him about running a house and surviving. He doesn’t ‘do’ ironing, mending (sewing kind), and fiddly things…..

Having crept up the stairs, looked out at the beautiful moon and heard the first bird begin the dawn chorus, I hastily prepared for bed, scrawled in my Diary, with the pen running down the page like water trickling, then I must have zonked out immediately because the next thing I remember is the tea wallah entering my abode, bearing a strong cuppa (Y———-e) and greeting me with a smile and the usual query, “How are you?”

My nose is beginning to grow as long as Pinnocchio’s.
Spell check is querying that – but it is true! Oh, it means the spelling of course, well I don’t know and I couldn’t care less. Conscience stricken, I checked the spelling on an old pack of cards the children played with many years ago – (our baby is nearly 49!) – and the spelling is Pinocchio. Huh!

Where has this morning gone? I’ve been making appointments on the phone: sorting old files of newspaper cuttings; printouts of interesting things; redistributing papers under different headings, stapling, slipping into plastic wallets/files; tidying my desk a little in case anyone snoops; taking a few pics; trying to remember how to play Pinocchio as the instructions aren’t in the pack; eating grapes like a Roman; ( anyone know what that means?) , and wishing I could turn over a new leaf and become a more orderly person but not to the Stepford Wives standard.

It is lunch time and I had better do justice to the nice meal so lovingly prepared. Mien Herr has gone for a rest but I don’t feel tired yet.

The collared doves are both fine and I think it was one of their fledglings that made contact with the window. The feathers look babyish. I know about these things. Ouch, my nose again!

We have a new bird in the vicinity, a black headed gull with only one leg.
Both of us shuddered to think how that happened but i don’t feel justified in blaming Howard. I have him on a video, yowling with a dear little toitoishell Oh now what’s wrong with the spelling? of course I knew it was tortoiseshell and was just about to do it. Ouch! Anyway, Howard was trying to ‘hog’ the greenhouse down below our garden and the other cat wouldn’t have it, after all HE lives there. In the morning he jumps up onto the window sill and waits until the elderly lady opens up to let him inside her bedroom. Oh happy bygone days. Did I say elderly lady? hm I’m probably older than she is!

Finished my meal and am now thinking of a short rest on a sofa in our library! Doesn’t that sound posh? Picture to come sometime – without me lounging around in it though.

Managed to snap myself using the timer. I am wearing my gardening togs but haven’t yet been outside to do anything productive. As you can see, mine is the tidy desk with everything in its place!

Gotta go
Simplylyn

• 15 Jun, 2009
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