Fiona's Quiet Life

I am hid­ing indoors from the sun , did some garden­ing this morn­ing till i fell of the garden steps, twist­ing the broken ankle, that put an end to the garden­ing,
then tried to wash the earth of the patio with the hose pipe only suc­ceed­ing in spat­ter­ing mud every where. did man­age to get a wash­ing dry on an old fash­ioned clothes horse, my whir­li­gig being down till a new place is built for it.

two very ugly and giant con­ifers were removed today , one was grow­ing up through a beau­ti­ful syca­more, it looks so much bet­ter now and i will plant a mature tree in the place of the other, hav­ing fun choos­ing what tree, i like trees to feed either me or the birds so i might go for a Stella cherry and also i am think­ing of a morello cherry espaliered on my north facing garden wall.
they must have hit it a huge whack, i didn’t hear it but the builder rang the bell and handed me the house num­ber that usu­ally is attached to the stone pil­lar at one side of the drive, it is now in three pieces on a pile of soil. they might as well wait till the end now as it makes the drive easier for the deliv­ery lor­ries.
got new house phones today so once they are charged up is shall have to spend a while load­ing in all the phone num­bers, at least the hand­sets all com­mu­nic­ate with each other so i only have to do it once. cos there are four of them.….well i can never find one when they ring.
free sharers have given me a fire­guard and a fold­ing push­chair this week.…needed fire­guard as the last one i go had a side miss­ing,
went to the won­der­ful Emrico sale yes­ter­day morn­ing, there was a huge queue and i nearly went home as my ankle was aching but was glad i stayed because i bought two out­fits for wed­dings and a dress, a skirt and three sun tops all for £58, which is about a quarter of what one wed­ding out­fit would cost.
the fun bit of all this build­ing is i get to drive all over my front lawn.…after yelling at people for years for ruin­ing the edge of it by care­less driving,

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