Fiona's Quiet Life

that pic­ture is the work get­ting done on my front doors.….……i have painted the whole lot since. and re-polished the mosaic tiles hall­way. such industry, i rewar­ded myself with chocolate.

weather was lovely last night after a day of drizzle so after the salsa we vis­ited friends and sat in their garden drink­ing wine .…not me i was driving.….….…and watch­ing the midges and bats flit­ting about, for­tu­nately we were bit­ten by neither.

AND I used my jig-saw.…yes a real saw not a toy .…to cut some bits out of the radi­ator cover so that now it fits against the wall prop­erly .…..scary machine

next pro­ject is to box in the elec­tri­city meter and all the bits of wire that are mak­ing an ugly mess on one wall, I have the wood and I have the saw so i sup­pose i should get on with it.….….….but not tonight.

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demoli­tion
if you click on the word demoli­tion and wait for ages you even­tu­ally get to see a video of it.

It is most definately not a quiet life anymore,not entirely sure what i am doing with my time.……but it is all used up.

i am in a state of high excite­ment hav­ing got tick­ets for the Neil Dia­mond gig at hamp­den on thursday.….….…..i pho­to­graphed his ‘audi­ence with’ show on stv and he is now my wallpaper.….….……and i saved the pro­gramme on my hard drive as wall, how’s that for being a daft fan, but as i have said before he has provided a soundtrack to my life since i was 13.

Cameron came for and afternoon’s pho­to­graph­ing of street lamps.….…an asberger’s thing.….….and stayed three days. i think it was very brave of his par­ents to entrust me with his very rigid dia­betic régime.…..i am still recov­er­ing from hav­ing to stick needles into him,it was bad enough doing it to a hus­band but doing it to a grand­child is awful.

did i men­tion the lady peer­ing through the rhododendron’s, i invited her in it seemed bet­ter than being peered at.….….….….i am going to remove those bushes any­way as they are not indi­gin­ous to scot­land and are take­ing over the country.

I was sip­ping my morn­ing tea yes­ter­day when there was a huge crack­ing sound fol­lowed by a boom.….…..who is blow­ing us up now was my first thought, but as i could only hear one hele­copter and no sirens i thought that the neigh­bours were get­ting very noisy, turned out they were blow­ing up a block of flats in the gorbals.….….….…..this was a hugly ugly thing they had put up in the 70s to improve the area.

my own home improve­ments have been less messy.….….i have huge storm doors which were never closed as they shut out all the light in the hall but the bit between them and the front door got messy and full of spiders do i have had the walls replastered and i have painted them and had four pan­els in the doors glazed so now they can be kept closed .…..it is amaz­ing the dif­fer­ence it makes to the warmth of the hall and since there have been two of women in glas­gow this week i am pleased to have another locked door between me and killer/s
one was in queens park where only the night before cameron and i had been pho­to­graph­ing trees and duck­lings.
no salsa last week as it was a bank hol­i­day so we had a bbq in the back garden but Ham­mie who had just got back from sal­sa­ing in cuba was feel­ing
cold so we ate it in the kitchen.……salsa tonight though.

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