Oct 22 2009 10:32 am

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they are still milling about my garden

They informed me yes­ter­day that they were com­ing for Christ­mas lunch.
I was fool­ish enough to remark that i thought there were still lead pipes bring­ing water int the house from the Toby in the road, that was in fer a digIT next thing they are dig­ging a trench all the way up the drive.

Start­ing at the door­step of him upstairs,who upon open­ing his front door yes­ter­day nearly fell down a hole.diggin
they did find lead but not where i said it was.……i know it was there because i had pho­to­graphed it when a bit needed repair­ing. all this is not wasted though because it was one nar­row not deeply set cop­per pipe and it should be two ( One for him upstairs and one for me) blue pipes made of some­thing flex­ible and dug in much deeper, also they dis­covered a gas pipe that should not have been where it was and was a bit cor­roded ‚so out came the gas engin­eers.. they also made me empty two big cup­boards so that they could see under the floor, then didn’t need to ‚it is a con­spir­acy to make me tidy up and through things out .

Cameron came to stay for the school hol­i­days and every wardrobe should have onewe put together Ikea fur­niture woodworkat grandmas, played com­puter games moved fur­niture about the house, tidied up, took a car load to a char­ity shop,played on face­book , cooked, played on face­book again.went out and took pho­to­graph in Queens Park.….….alma materthe view from where the flag pole is is won­der­ful on a sunny Octo­ber day.…. a good time was had by both.

I have decided not to have cur­tains in my lovely min­im­al­ist new bed­room , i have ordered plant­a­tion shutters.….….….this is all so dif­fer­ent for a per­son who likes noth­ing to change.

AND i dis­covered what hap­pens when you put a tiny amount of bubble bath in a whirl­pool bath, it was like the magic por­ridge pot, bubbles every­where like a large meringue on top of the bath with me com­pletely dis­ap­peared among them, any­body peer­ing through the sky­light would have seen noth­ing improper only my head in fits of the giggles sit­ting on a heap of snowy bubbles.

no water only bubbles

no water only bubbles

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One Response to “they are still milling about my garden”

  1. Josh Maxwell on 22 Oct 2009 at 11:00 #

    Hi. I read a few of your other posts and wanted to know if you would be inter­ested in exchan­ging blogroll links?

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