Jun 08 2008 05:50 pm

Posted by fifi under Uncategorized

throw­ing sand at walls

stuck upi wrote a whole long blog last night then the B com­puter froze so i lost it all , so i went to bed instead.

had a lovely dream abouthim the night before last.….……no not Nedil dia­mond, Basil.……he was on a very crowded train, he got off and i called to him, we had a hug and he went on to wherever he was going.….….a sad mak­ing but com­fort­ing dream.

been hav­ing a sur­real few days. firstly on fri­day a shop tells me my £20 note was a for­gery, that was both embar­rass­ing and wor­ry­ing as £20 is a use­ful bit of money, so i wasted an after­noon going back to the bank that had issued it to me and they checked it and it is not a for­gery at all, a relief but an annoy­ing wast of a lovely afternoon.

yes­ter­day i spent stick­ing sand to my walls with PVA and crush­ing up bits of sand­stone to make more sand.….….…..when the french win­dows were put in a hor­rid grey cement lintle was above them covered in hor­rid grey cement. so i painted it with PVA, let it dry, painted it again and strew sand at it, but the sand was all the same col­our so i crushed up some bits of stone left over from the bit of wall removed for the doors and stuck them on as well. .….……i am well pleased with the result.

so i go into the gar­age where i bought my caar with the doc­u­ments to get my per­sonal num­ber plate put on as the sales­mand had promiced me he would do it for me, his name was Graeme.….……no Graeme here they said.….…..but they are doing it for me anyway.….….…..he had left the company.

so then i go to sil­verb urn shop­ping cen­ter as food was get­ting short and parked my car on level one in the multi story car park.….…I go down a flight of stairs, why wait for a lift, keep fit.….….…..i buy up Marks and Spencer’s food dept.…..I now have a trolly full of food so i go into a lift.….….….…there is no but­ton for floor 1 it goes 0 2 3 4.….….……so i go to 2, know­ing per­fectly well i am parked on 1, i go to where my car should be if it were floor 1 just in case. but of course no car.….….….…i go alll the way back to the shop and start again.….….…so if you park on floor 1 in sil­ver­burn car park.….…the lift to get to floor one is hid­den in a corner of floor 0 nowhere near the other lifts.….….…AND there is nowhere to leave your trolly ‚which is hold­ing £1 host­age, so you have to go all the way back to marks and spen­cer with it.….…my feet are sore.
cheer­ful though.…..its a lovely day.
wish there was spell check in this my dys­lexia is bad at the moment.

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2 Responses to “throw­ing sand at walls”

  1. Esther on 14 Jun 2008 at 20:46 #

    my dys­lexia is prob­ably worse am hav­ing to type this sev­eral times while mother is mak­ing wierd roaring/grunting noises behind me, glad to read yourbn mlog today. Must go as may start up my blog again, I havent writ­ten on it sine ocober, sorry, october.

    Will phone you tomor­row, Tiggy says mee­p­op­ijew, sorry meow.

    Love Youe Esther,

  2. Abby on 14 Jun 2008 at 20:49 #

    I woz here.

    And here.

    And here. Don’t believe any rumours that I am on my second beer.

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