Fiona's Quiet Life

He would have laughed at me again today my propensity for get­ting lost hasn’t improved, this time it was in a cemetery.……i went in the main entrance and drove , and drove and drove.…..children were dash­ing through the over­grown bits, squir­rels were rush­ing up the trees, a girl was pick­ing up her dogs drop­ping in a poo-bag, a man was push­ing another uphill in a wheel­chair it was tran­quil and sud­denly i was back where i came in hav­ing cir­cum­nav­ig­ated the whole cemetery so where was the Jew­ish bit with my basil in it, i knew it was bey­ond the Muslim bit which was in turn bey­ond the Chris­tian bit but it wasn’t there, so i drove out of the the grounds and drove round the out­side wall and there it was .there are two cemeter­ies with a road between them and the one up to the way in was a one way street and a very long one. so i went back to the main road and drove along it for a while then turned into a one way street but it took me to the ori­ginal entrance .mys­ti­fied i tried it again hav­ing this time got a map and found the right road but even that was dif­fi­cult because it was a hid­den entrance so one u turn later i dis­cover there is a bar­rier in the middle of the road so i can’t cross it .another u turn and at last the right road and a hid­den entrance to the other cemetery and there it was , a Chris­tian bit , a Muslim bit and a Jew­ish bit , an nice Muslim man opened the gate to the Jew­ish bit and at last i got to visit him and say thanks for all the years we had.

there seemed to be a con­spir­acy today to keep me from mop­ing , vis­it­ors called in all day and work­men came and fit­ted the doors to my en suite bath­room at last and to put the tops on my chests of draw­ers, tomor­row the wooden floors go in lounge and din­ing room and a car­pet in my bedroom.

Jonathan comes tomor­row till Thursday so we shall prob­ably go to the cinema again , i hope he can be per­suaded to see a dif­fer­ent film , his aut­ism means he likes the same one over and over again but one view­ing of hair­spray is enough for me, i am hop­ing the film about pen­guins tempts him.

then i shall email a photo of the chaos that is this house to my ultra tidy daugh­ter , she will freak out and come and tidy me up.

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