Fiona's Quiet Life

walk­ing on water

Jonathan the very aut­istic one ate all the food or if not all of it he had either a bite out of everything or gouged bits out with his grubby fin­gers, and actu­ally choked on some potato so i threw it all away and hid fresh food in the boot of the car, in the gar­age, for­tu­nately the gar­age was as cold as the fridge as the tem­per­at­ure had been below zero for days. He is a delight­ful boy …well man he is 20.….but just has no idea about food and would eat all day and night if he could,keeping him slim and healthy is a major problem.

i am await­ing new winter boots and also had an emer­gency boot buy­ing dash on 30^th.
Abi­gail had vis­ited an ancient aunt and came back say­ing that she looked frail, i ever alert for a buy­ing oppor­tun­ity thought ‘aha the ground is frozen and my daft fash­ion boots are no use at all’ so we went on line Abby and me and ordered a pair of Cater­pil­lar boots, nice and warm with good thick treads on them. the roads and foot paths and my drive way have very thick ice on them.
but she died the next morn­ing and the funeral was arranged for new years eve, so not wish­ing to be jump­ing about the cemetery try­ing to keep toes cosy i dashed out and bought another pair, hav­ing ordered black ones i thought i should buy a dif­fer­ent col­our so i got brown ones, prompt­ing Ian and i to burst into song.….…it was Stanly Hol­lo­way i thing who sang about an uncle who shamed the fam­ily by wear­ing bran boots to a funeral.

i knew i needed warm boots because i had been walk­ing on water.….…frozen water.

it is amaz­ing how ducks man­age to gen­er­ate enough heat to keep a circle of melted water, the bit i was stand­ing on was 5 cm thick.

so that is how Abi­gail and i spent a large part of new years eve at a funeral.
it was in the same place as basil is bur­ied , i had been going to visit at Christ­mas but with the thick snow and the cemetery being up a hill i had put it off till the weather was bet­ter, i had been sav­ing up stoned from all the places i have vis­ited, but for got to take them with me, but even bet­ter that them Abby and i put snow­balls on his grave­stone , we know he would laugh at that.…if they have gone i will be sure he threw them at someone.

saw the new year in with cous­ins , the fiancé of one was a rather dishy young policeman…i didn’t dare drink any­thing as he knew i was driv­ing home ).….…wouldn’t have any­way what with the ice and freez­ing fog

caught in act of eat­ing chocol­ate on new years eve

that photo is sup­posed to be what i look like .…funny i feel much younger and more elegant.

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