Fiona's Quiet Life

i felt in hol­i­day mood as i drove away from the build­ing site that is my front garden, i was head­ing to Lon­don to attend the wed­ding of a young man whom i still think of as 6 years old.….….he is in fact approx 30. he and his brother were a pair of the nicest chil­dren i have ever known.….…anyway,
just as i reached tebay for my all day break­fast my phone rand, it was Nicola’s mother in law who was stay­ing with her for the half term hol­i­day, Nic­ola was being taken to hos­pital with sus­pec­ted appen­di­citis.
the traffic that day was hor­rendous it being hol­i­day time and all the world seem­ingly en route for some­where.
so when the road changed from the M6 to M6 toll i phoned again and decided i would stay on M6 to get to M5 and thus to Bath where she was in hos­pital. tex­ting Abby to say i would be a day late com­ing to stay but would be there on Tues­day as we had tick­ets for Dylan Moran at the Apollo theatre.……hugely enter­tain­ing.… she offered to book me into a hotel in bath which was a god send as it took hours to get there and i arrived just on hos­pital vis­it­ing time and would never have found an hotel in the dark and shiny wet­ness of Monday night.
so i was able to stay with her till she was wheeled off to theatre. thence to the mer­cure hotel in queen square.….…..my sat nav denied all know­ledge of queens square.….….
saw Nick on Tues­day look­ing sore but OK, and drove to Lon­don tak­ing 3 and a half hours , so much traffic. then the Dylan moran was great, even then the traffic held us up so we were a couple of minutes late.
today we went and chose paint for Jonathan’s new flat he moves in on Sunday and then Esther and i went on a shoe hunt as the wed­ding is tomor­row and neither of us had a decent pair of party shoes.…we are now exhausted.

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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 IT 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.
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 we put together Ikea fur­niture , 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.….….the 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

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so , here i am still here.….….….it has been a while and i apo­lo­gise, people have been gently nag­ging me, but i had the heavy doses of the com­mon cold in five weeks and felt like doing noth­ing except play­ing bejeweled on my face­book page. and occa­sion­ally twit­ting or read­ing Neil diamond’s sparse twits.

i have been out and about between bouts of the cold and things have at last been get­ting fin­ished with the build­ing work. in fact my car is in its garage.

i am just back from chip­pen­ham and a baby sit and at the moment cameron is here ‚we are sup­posed to be either paint­ing the hall or going to ikea to buy a chest of drawers,but i ave been play­ing chain rxn on face­book and Cameron is com­pos­ing music on an apple mac note­book i have been put­ting shelves and rails and draw­ers in my new ward­robes
lunch time now as dia­bet­ics need reg­u­lar food.…..which is a pity really as i have not been out to buy any since get­ting back from chippenham.…..lots of apples though.

small boy in a big bubble

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