Fiona's Quiet Life

i was ‘get­ting in a state’
hav­ing updated my out­look express or whatever it is i use to read emails, all my favour­ites dis­ap­peared, and i could not find a way to post on to this blog.….….….but as you see, here i am back again.
my neigh­bour across the road told me today that she asked her friend in Canada what was hap­pen­ing in our street. and Linda who used to read me on yahoo has been get­ting wor­ried. so i am back at it again.

the ducks have gone , just as i have lots of bar­ley to feed them but i am hop­ing they are look­ing after duck­lings in the local park. him upstairs spent 11 days with his delight­ful lady in her home , in her space and meet­ing her friends and fam­ily ..they are still as tight an item so i am hopeful .

so the people who had bought Nic­ola and Chris’s house then couldn’t move in because their buyer didn’t pay have resold their house and it is all on the move again.….…..but we are not house hunt­ing till cash is in their bank. have great hopes this time though.

there have been more women racing down the street.….…..17.000 of them Judy and harry next door, him upstairs and i handed out cups of water.…we all got a bit damp and a great time was had by us if not by the runners.

did i men­tion the guy tak­ing pho­tos of the house next door.….….…..he was tak­ing pho­tos from his car so him upstairs took his dogs for a walk past the car and i took pho­tos of him and his car then harry …hav­ing more sense than us actu­ally went and asked him why he was tak­ing pix or our houses.….….…he said he was loc­a­tion hunt­ing for a film com­pany in India look­ing for a.….…yes i have writ­ten this before haven’t i ah well a sign of aging all this repeat­ing ones stories.

i am fas­cin­ated by the signs of aging in myself, there is now an inch long white streak start­ing at my temple…it only shows when my hair is wet .blond hair is much darker when wet. and arth­ritis in one finger.……well i am sup­pos­ing it is arthritis…it is like watch­ing a story unfold. i feel quite pleased with myself that it is all hap­pen­ing on cue .

him upstairs has put up a wall moun­ted cloths line thing for me.….….…i don’t trust it for sheets or large tow­els but it is great for little items.

so it was dur­ing what i thought was a lull in the gale force winds that i thought i might nip out and plant some small plants i had got half price so i open the back door and.….……whoosh…hitting the pav­ing stones at enorm­ous speed was a tile from the roof sharp edge down.…one step more and.….…

i decided it would be safer stay­ing inside and using my elec­tric saw..so i did,

and the cup­board which had the worlds most ugly shelves now has half as many shelves and looks good.….….well it will if the paint ever dries.….……it hasn’t to date.

a state of high excite­ment is in me,i have ordered a bar­rel green house bar­rel­green­house.co.uk/ -.….….….it is made by coopers out of old bar­rels and is all recycled stuff it is small and cute …prob­ably only got room for six plants

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