Saturday, 28 February 2015

Turkey Balls

Um....
Now you all know I'm old. And seen and done a lot of things. A few even legal. And I came to the conclusion that not a lot freaks me out. But when I heard that the World Cup finals would be held very near to Christmas Day I got choked up.
Never in the history of Ridiculous Stuff Happening At Ridiculous Times has a stupid decision like this been made.

Christmas is frantic enough as it is but to have Supreme Footie shot at us while we're thinking of stuffing Turkeys is too much for my plate. Mate.

Having said that I CAN'T WAIT!



Sunday, 15 February 2015

My New Bathroom

Work in progress but chuffed with it so far...



Thursday, 12 February 2015

Right Said Fred Gotta Do The Ceiling

Apart from doing the ceiling, the bathroom is almost complete.
Plumber man was a dream. No fuss. No rush. Entire life history expelled over tea and ham rolls. Nice chap. reminded me of Hugh Laurie. Only Laurie is posher.
He and Mr Hairy Suit did a fine job of converting my rust bucket hell hole of a bathroom into a white Victorian STYLE bathroom complete with mouldings and flowers and little taps.
I spent yesterday just looking at it.
Today, however I went in and Gloriafied it. Flowers in fine jugs, white and brown wicker baskets, lace doileys, a yellow metal kitty, mirrors that shine brilliantly and all signs of John's dandruff shampoo locked away in the white cupboard I rescued from a charity shop for £2.
It's beautiful.
Pictures to come......



Monday, 9 February 2015

Bit Early

The plumber arrived a tad early but I was overjoyed to see him. Mr Hairy Suit likewise.
They are still at it.
Maybe if they didn't chatter over tea so much it might get done sooner. But I'm not complaining, no not at all, I love my plumber. He's short in stature but big in cleverness and ideas. He and Hairy Suit are getting on very well. Two know alls!

Apart from being tea lady I've kept myself out of the way by making bread and vegetable dishes and puddings (info on My Table).

I peeped in while the lads supped tea and it's looking awful/wonderful. Tiles missing/water damage from years of drips/cupboard yanked from wall/sparkly lavatory.

As the bread rises I'm planning the decor. A couple of artificial ferns and a gaily coloured blind for starters...




Monday, 2 February 2015

Saturday Disco At Rayleigh Conservative Club

Mark and I waiting for our fish and chips before going to the disco

Mark with one of his lady friends dancing in front of a group of his peers from the Mushroom Theatre Company
Two Marks. Rt Honourable Mark Francois MP and Gorgeous Mark receiving a cheque for the group.
Yes Sir, we can boogie
Spot the wacko
One cider

Thursday, 29 January 2015

Winter is giving me the pip.
I went out this afternoon wrapped up like mummy, only wanted some butter, but as I was out and near the charity shop, I thought it'd do no harm to pop in.
Joan, my old favourite volunteer, was just doing up her brown coat.
"Oh there you are" she said head cocked to one side and a wee half smile on her face
I immediately felt in the wrong.
Joan is lovely, a bit of a talker and gasbag, but wise and warm and has always offered me hugs when times were bad.
"Yeah" said I sloping towards her arms outstretched.
"Well, where you bin? asked she
"Nowhere, just been cutting up vegetables"
As I disentangled myself from her mumsie grip I held her hands and asked about her family wondering if her very sick daughter had improved.
"I'll tell you next week" she said "When we've got more time"
I sensed there would be much befriending next week and so as she walked away I promised I'd be in next Thursday possibly with cake.
"You'd better be" she joshed.
Dear Joan, built like an over fed auntie and with the faith of Job...





Oh God, I miss International Football.
England aren't playing until 27th March. Lithuania at Wembley. A friendly. March March March...
That's when the Riverside caravan site re-opens and work starts on my decking. Already have the wood just need to stick it together.
Daffs, decking, football and Spring.
I can't wait.



Monday, 26 January 2015

I must have a word...

Before I trundle to the Co-Op pushing my 'Burberry' patterned trolley I have to tell you what I just heard on Radio 4.
"Mozart has been reincarnated and lives in a house on Jupiter"


This, and other interesting beliefs, are held by Spiritists.
Not to be confused with Spiritualists.