Fiona's Quiet Life

I was dusting.….I know.….anyway.…i wondered why i cold feel cold air com­ing through the wooden sur­round of my nice double glazed win­dow. i was just about to phone the nice Everest guy when i thought i would invest­ig­ate further.somebody in the night had tried very hard to force the win­dow open,making a mess of the lovely wood. there are very strong locks on the win­dows and they can’t be opened more that three cms any­way. also the burg­lar alarm is very vis­ible so they must have been daft but scary nev­er­the­less. also on Sunday him upstairs came across a strange man in the garden, just came down the alley way says the man…what alley way says the man. any­way him upstairs who deals with strange people all the time.…told him in no uncer­tain terms not to come back. then drove me down the road so i could get a good look at him.…wish i had taken a photo now.

that was this week but last week i had a lovely time doing boy things.…..i had daugh­ters so it was all end­less dan­cing dis­plays and sew­ing small bal­let dresses.…..boys are dif­fer­ent. it is all rugby and mar­tial arts, i went down for the usual babysit while their mother popped up to Birm­ing­ham of ROSPA related busi­ness and stayed on for a rugby club BBQ , had to watch the game first .…..daddy Chris was playing.…..i have never seen him move so fast as when my yell aler­ted him to the fact the the 4 year old was about to stray into the path of sev­eral huge thun­der­ing play­ers bear­ing down on him. chris  was sud­denly there scoop­ing him up and set­ting him down some­where away from the touch line. BBQ lovely

the mar­tial arts demo in swin­don was most inter­est­ing, they were all get­ting their new belts… young A. went up two at once.…..proud grandma here.……

then they did a demo end­ing with a mock fight between two bad­dies and a dozen goodies.….then some­how small 6 yr old A. had got quietly un-noticed behind them with a long pole and quickly had the two large black belts on the floor. he raised both arms, turned towards his mas­ter and went quietly to sit down . the audi­ence erup­ted with applause, he wasn’t bothered, he had got the job done.

My favour­ite cam­era stopped work­ing, Canon 450d.… turned out to be the lens because it worked fine with the zoom lens and with my brother in law’s lens.

Queen’s park cam­era club took part in this year’s Art in the Park .….these are some of out work on the park rail­ings, it was a lovely hot day.…..i sup­pose the organ­isers didn’t expect the sun to come out in Glasgow.…most of the exhib­its were in the glass house…oh Gd it was hot.….ice creams were selling like …well hot cakes.

why are all this years shoes bor­ing col­ours, i want a pretty pair to go with new dress for JJ’s 21^st birth­day party. black white or grey seems to be the choice, or things that look like bond­age shoes.….got a pair of them

and

now that my legs are look­ing good due to all the Zumba, long dresses are appar­ently com­ing back into fashion.

ah well i have never been a fol­lower of fash­ion anyway.

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I have not been idle…well in fact i have but not all the time.
and the delay in blog­ging was because for some reason i couldn’t get it to work , so i put it on my yahoo pro­file but some­how made it dis­ap­pear just as i was about to post it , then was too lazy to type it all in again.
now i have for­got­ten all i was going to say , and for once is was inter­est­ing, so it is back to the bor­ing, got up ‚went to school type of entry.

My friend Sheena won a hol­i­day in Malta and invited me along…yippee. it seemed the gods were against the whole thing as firstly the vol­cano got in the act and messed up everybody’s move­ments and even worse Sheena got a really bad cel­lu­litis and was very very ill.….…a reminder to wear garden­ing gloves and to clean any small cut instantly with betadine or some­thing similar.……it was so bad they talked of remov­ing the muscle in her upper arm.
any­way she got the all clear the after­noon before we trav­elled and the vol­cano allowed approx 10 days in which every­body tried to get home or away at once.

Malta was won­der­ful, the people the nicest i have ever met…so far. but oh the buses the last time i trav­elled in a bus like that i was 7 in Kent on the way to school in 1956, they were lovely but the exhaust fumes were thick and black and oh they rattled on some of the rough roads. this will be rec­ti­fied soon though as the EEC has deman­ded they put in new engines, at last some­thing use­ful from Brussels.….not the i have any­thing against the Bel­gians, in fact had a lovely gentle flir­ta­tion across the break­fast tables with a Bel­gian person.….…

don’t worry still besot­ted with our Basil.

was saddened by the death of charm­ing neigh­bour , i have watched as ambu­lances arrived ever more fre­quently , to be fol­lowed by his wife to a hos­pital .….it took me right back to the years when it happened here ‚ that bit is over for her now but i know where she is at and it is not a happy place…she knows i am here for her.

Going back to Malta though asap as a week was not enough even though it seems a small island. The hotel in st. Paul’s bay was only 80 meters from the bus sta­tion and the fares were never more that £1

News of my pond had reached my friend across the road…she did know about it any­way as we have been gos­sip­ing over the wall ‚but she heard of it from a friend in Canada who had read it here, or on yahoo…small world or what.

So i am scoop­ing up fallen blos­som from the pond with a kit­chen sieve.….well i am too mean to buy a net and i have lots of sieves.….…..when i noticed small black wrig­gly things.….…yes i am the proud par­ent of some tad­poles

pond matur­ing nicely, with lots of plants and even a water Lilly.

16 thou­sand women ran past my front door yesterday…got a nice hug from the Marie Curie nurses again. the next door neigh­bours handed out wel­come drinks of water.

Zumba is so good for the legs that i might take to wear­ing mini skirts.….…or not.

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