Fiona's Quiet Life

Abi­gail says that is going on my tombstone.….….…..not that i can remem­ber all that i was going to put om ‘me’ blog.
i am in Glas­gow, my suit­case is some­where in south Amer­ica. and included in it is the memory card that i filled up with hun­dreds of pho­tos, all i have are the ones in the cam­era taken on the last day of a two week whirl­wind tour of Brazil, Argen­tina and Chile.

Brazil was hot ‚humid and scary, we were stay­ing in an hotel on Ipan­ema beach and were warned not to go out at night, that made din­ing dif­fi­cult as the hotel had no res­taur­ant and there were none within two blocks so we did a lot of scut­tling about after dark.….…..oooh but the cof­fee was the best i have ever tasted.
bought a bikini near the beach. we came to the con­clu­sion that the song girl from Ipan­ema was writ­ten because she was the only good look­ing girl passing, they all seemed to be short and fat and old but the were at least tanned…to the point of old leather.….i was a strange shade of sal­mon pink, with eye­brows rap­idly get­ting blon­der and blon­der in the strong sun till they seemed to dis­ap­pear alto­gether. Brazili­ans don’t seem to smile much.

In strong con­trast to Rio De Janeiro Buenos Aires, Argen­tina was buzz­ing i would recom­mend it to any­body and the people smile a lot.

baby grapes

One of the many vin­yards where we went wine tasting

Chile was big and very green but about to turn yel­low as it is a desert with snow covered moun­tains on one side and the sea

Chile coast

on the other.

then at the airport.

which is why my suit­case is some­where in south amer­ica and i am not.
i will write more when and if my suit­case arrives with my photo card.

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My quiet life is get­ting crowded with happenings.

Hav­ing been to the wed­ding and then helped.…or hindered the mov­ing in of JJ (Jonathan James).i went back to Chip­pen­ham to try to keep the small boys from boun­cing on their mummy’s newly sewn up tummy and to deliver them safely to and from school/nursery for a few days.

This is not one of the boys des­pite it being the same col­our as the hair on one of them.

Thursday was Nicola’s birth­day so i got a tiny cake in a local shop and nathan put on all sorts of candles

Hav­ing engin­eers for par­ents has its uses, chris bought the boys light sabers at the school disco, need­less to say they were feeble and not at all of any use to frat­ri­cidal broth­ers but mummy and daddy took them to bits and got the LED s taped up again

Today’s beef is with BT Openreach.….….…..for two reas­ons, one being more ser­i­ous than the other.

in the good old days if you had a prob­lem you phoned 151 and some­body spoke to you then fixed the prob­lem and if you were a dis­abled per­son or a per­son with pre­cari­ous health you got very speedy help.….….….not in the won­der­ful 21^st cen­tury, you can’t get at them ‚when even­tu­ally you get to speak to a human they can’t do any­thing speedily. that was for JJ’s phone.

On 28^th Oct I repor­ted my phone was off when my upstairs neigh­bour noticed that my Inter­net con­nec­tion didn’t come up on his screen.….……we know each oth­ers encryp­tion keys in case of that sort of thing hap­pen­ing for­tu­nately for sev­eral days later when i get home. no com­puter, not tele­vi­sion, no phone and my mobile only gets a sig­nal if i stand on the front door step. so i try phoning on my mobile, no luck it keeps cut­ting out. i am not sure if they got the mes­sage or not so i wait a day, noth­ing hap­pens so i access the net via his con­nec­tion and man­age .….……and it wasn easy ‚what with pass­words and pin num­bers and account numbers.….……to book an engin­eer to come out , they tell me to agree to pay­ing £120 if the fault is in my house. i agreed partly because there was no way there was a fault in the house. engin­eer took two hours to fix it and among the mes­sages it had stored was one from BT days earlier say­ing they had fixed the prob­lem and if i still had the fault to con­tact them.….….no comment.

I am back in Lon­don because Abby and i fly to Brazil, Chile and Argen­tina tomorrow.….……what quiet life ?

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wed­ding was excel­lent fun.…went without a hitch.…ooh that was a bad pun.

any­way des­pite the traffic get­ting out of Lon­don and the wor­ries about for­got­ten items of lug­gage and slightly frantic phone calls to the one of us com­ing by train from Cam­bridge, we arrived in plenty of time to get into our hotel rooms and our dresses…but of zeugma there.….….…..look it up.….….….…

I have never seen so much food as was cir­cu­lated before the meal while the usual hun­dreds of pho­tos were being taken.it was all delicious.

there was Jew­ish dan­cing and there was Irish dan­cing and there was dan­cing from my teen years i.e. the twist etc.

22 dif­fer­ent deserts on a buf­fet table.

two best men made two excel­lent speeches and a signed let­ter from Arsene Wenger was read out, impress­ive or what.

Fri­day we went back to Lon­don ‚Sat­urday we tried to move lots of things into JJ’s flat much to the con­sterna­tion of Cesar the dec­or­ator who still had wet paint everywhere.then went right into the middle of Lon­don where there were no fire­works as they ter­rify JJ and had an excel­lent dinner. Sunday we took more things over and he was sup­posed to move in but there was still paint­ing to be done.

i drove over to Chip­pen­ham ( via the Swin­don out­let center,well i needed under­wear) to keep the small lively boys from boun­cing on their mummy’s tummy while it heals up.it was her birth­day yes­ter­day and she looked great but is tired today.it takes at least two weeks to get over an oper­a­tion. and i have got her addicted to café world on face­book, i just asked her to join so i could expand my café. oops!

tonight i drive home as i have to drive back to Lon­don next week and from there to Brazil, Chile and Argen­tina with Abigail.

And i am well chuffed because my pho­to­graph Tiger tiger  won the cam­era club begin­ners com­pet­i­tion last night, glad i wasn’t there or i would have gone all embar­rassed. for once i agree with the judge

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