Fiona's Quiet Life

So , where do I start.….….….….…I am watch­ing the Wimble­don final on TV because Abi­gail and Esther are in the crowd. While doing that I am scan­ning hun­dreds of slides or her, Abigail’s, child­hood and put­ting them on a DVD.….….….….you can tell I have got a new gad­get, I love gadgets,I should not be allowed near shops,

I also got a clock that runs on water, and we have plenty of that in Scot­land, mind you I was begin­ning to think it would never rain again, but today it is gale force wind and huge showers,

I had to top up the pond last week because there had been so little rain.
My tad­poles have four tiny legs and still a long tail…but they are very elu­sive. And the frog , well cam­ou­flaged, gave a dis­gruntled plop into the pond when I was spray­ing the plants round it with water.

only a week ago I was at the royal High­land show in Edin­burgh, it seemed silly that I live less than an hour away and have never been, espe­cially as son-in-law peter and grand­son Cameron are there every year man­ning the Man­atu ( earth mov­ing equip­ment ) pavilion..Peter’s work mate fed me heart shaped chocol­ate biscuits.….….…I told him there is a wait­ing list

Have been enjoy­ing the world cup..it is the only time I watch foot­ball, the games have been superb.….England play­ers should stop being prima don­nas and get on with it.

A police­man turned up at last to inspect the dam­age to my window…not to catch perp.
But then a nice man from Everest came and men­ded it all quickly and effi­ciently, so I am happy.

Saw my niece in the crowd on TV while watch­ing Gla­ston­bury ….at least I think it was her.

This is dis­place­ment activity.…..I am sup­posed to be scan­ning some pho­tos of a youth camp from 60 years ago for an old school friend of Basil’s I have been put­ting it off for 7 months…did actu­ally man­age to loc­ate the pic­tures today and just worked out why it has taken me so long.……last time I scanned them it was for his sur­prise birth­day party that he enjoyed so much 3 months before he died, when I had 80 years worth of pho­tos play­ing on a loop in a computer.

Odd thing the human brain

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