Fiona's Quiet Life

I sup­pose that just eat­ing a bowl of cher­ries is not a proper lunch, ah well, pity

this blog is so sporadic because, though I often say “ It’s going in me blog”.….I usu­ally for­get what it was by the time I get to a com­puter and there is no point of ‘talk­ing’ unless you have some­thing to say. Abi­gail says.…”Its going in me blog “ is going on my gravestone.

Him upstairs…remember him , my upstairs neighbour.….has given me per­mis­sion to say what ever I wish about his pur­suit of true love.…he is still per­sue­ing. It is an enter­tain­ment to watch the whole thing from down here.
Mean­while, he is at time behav­ing like a moody teen­ager, the latest being refus­ing to text one of his objects of pas­sion because she hadn’t delivered some theatre tick­ets and had gone off to a wed­ding in Lon­don.
Of course he had it for whatever reason…I sus­pect lack of communication.….wrong. So he dis­ap­pears off to his hol­i­day home. And she turns up here with tick­ets, she had four tick­ets, it is about 5 hours till the per­form­ance. He wont come back from lake dis­trict say­ing he has got other plans now. So I phone my brother in law , and if he will use ticket but he doesn’t want to go, so I end up going alone…and enjoyed it greatly.

Mean­while they are plan­ning to travel together all the way to Aus­tralia in Janu­ary… just as friends don’t get excited. ..I won­der how friendly they will be by the end of a jour­ney of that length.

I have done it, and my shoulders have come back down from up by my ears with the ten­sion of it all.…I have found all the bits of paper I need for the income tax man.….…..every year it makes me ill and my affairs are simple so I pity people with com­plic­ated tax issues.….and it is only July.

Had to get it done as on my jour­ney to Israel to a wed­ding soon I shall be on the same flight as my account­ant and didn’t want him look­ing at me with an exas­per­ated expres­sion, not that he does really but I feel like a school child who hasn’t done their homework.….a feel­ing I am very famil­iar with, I never did my home­work. I know I shouldn’t need an account­ant but dys­lexia in my case cov­ers num­bers as well.

Been in Chip­pen­ham again being referee

fish­ing

to a four year old and a six year old boy.

why go the easy way up

He has his uses though , does him upstairs, he has men­ded my elec­tric hedge trimmer.….no I don’t have an elec­tric hedge, you know what I mean.…..but I did man­age to nip out and buy a smal­ler rechargeable one before I let him know it didn’t work because I knew he would love tak­ing it apart till he got it going and I wanted a smal­ler one. Now I have two

still scan­ning photographs.

8 . sixty six year old photos

OK now I am hungry.

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