Monday, March 10, 2014
Saturday, March 08, 2014
A lovely surprise
On Tuesday I went to my first B Group for 3 weeks and there were some new faces and our leader Veronica was back from her trip up north. Hugs were omitted as she had had a tummy bug. One of the new members brought a tear to my eye. She had met her husband at 16 and they married when she was 19. They had been together for decades and now she was alone. Not an unusual story but somehow I found her demeanour very moving.
Joy didn’t make the meeting but we have a standing arrangement that unless she phones we will meet at the Bistro. After a while it became clear she wasn’t coming and when I phoned she apologised and said she didn’t feel up to it although she was all ready to come. The next time I see her I shall make certain she has my mobile number.
I decided to have lunch anyway and joined the Separate Table Group where one sits alone and chats notwithstanding to the other tables. Very chummy.
At last we seem to be having a spell of fine weather and my handyman turned up today. He refused my offer of a rope ladder and climbed out from the attic window to discover where the leak was. He found a hole in the flashing under the left attic window. I crept into the front edge of the attic loft and could just see M waving his paint brush at the site of the hole. We then went out onto the lawn and identified the spot as being directly over the damage in the corner of the nursery and guest bedroom.
After he repaired the hole he said we would give it a week and all being well he would come and repair and make good the damage.
I have a couple of writing projects at the moment and then I am going to give serious thought to putting my story on e-books.
Oh and the lovely surprise: Veronica had taken Peter with her – an early member of the group and for the last few months Veronica’s boy friend. We only see him now at the social groups as he no longer feels eligible. When they were planning their trip which encompassed Yorkshire and
they spotted the proximity of Gretna Green and
YES dear reader they got wed.
Tummy bug or no tummy bug I had to go and give Veronica a big hug. We saw a couple of photos; her very hairy dog had a make over and feathers in her hair and what I could see of V and P (they were almost hidden by a large lady minister –these were just snaps) they looked happy and indeed the sun did shine on them.
Veronica had a beautiful Gaelic wedding ring with tiny Gaelic animals encircling it.It had a Greek look at first glance. To my horror she took it off to let Sylvia look more closely but was reassured that Veronica isn’t at all superstitious so all should be well. D.V.
Lately I have had a decision problem which has been bugging me. I talked it over with one of the family and his advice was to put the problem in a box, close the box, put it in a drawer to be looked at after my holiday in May and not to bother thinking about it till then. It works for me.
Monday, March 03, 2014
Last week was better.
Physically I felt more myself and mentally Sam’s visit had broken up the gloom clouds. The flood situation has dropped out of the news but the fall out is likely to be with us for some time. For instance it is well nigh impossible to get a builder to come and deal with storm damage – or similar - and my dear friend Margaret who was coming to stay round about my birthday found she couldn’t book her ticket because the railway lines twixt Bristol and Taunton are closed as a result of flood damage and no indication of when they will be functioning again.
Feeling germy I had missed three Bereavement Group meetings so it was good to get back and have a few rueful giggles about our
theatre trip. The damage caused to C’s car when the rear
end dropped in a hole on the foggy moor caused £700 of damage so she is getting
a new car. I’m not sure how new but it
will be new to her. Bristol
Joy and I met for lunch at the Bistro and when I discovered that – possibly for the first time - we both had our mobiles with us I suggested we made sure we had each other’s numbers for any emergency. The trouble with older people - we tend to treat mobiles like electric light and keep them switched off so as not to waste electricity.
‘I know I’ve got yours because my daughter put it on for me,’ said Joy.
It didn’t work so I thought I would try something else.
‘I’ll put your number on my phone and then I’ll phone you. You’ll have to tell me the number.’
We did this and again it didn’t work. Half way through dessert it hit me. We had put our home numbers on so of course our mobiles weren’t answering.
All the lunches were finished and everyone looked pleasantly soporific. The waitress – a very pleasant middle aged lady said she had noticed we had been having trouble and would we like her to help. It is definitely a younger person's sport so we eagerly accepted and asked if she would help us to put each other’s mobile numbers on each other’s phone.
It took sometime for us to discover our mobile numbers but eventually we had two mobiles switched on and two mobile numbers for both Pat and Joy respectively. I noticed our waitresses face was getting quite pink but eventually she said we should try ringing them.
‘Oh not to worry – it was really kind of you to offer. Joy I’m going to dash off before the next downpour.’
The waitress’s face turned scarlet.
‘I thought YOU were Joy and YOU were Pat. I’ve put them on the wrong phones. Excuse me I’ll have to go to the kitchen and cool down.’
We’d all been there. We didn’t tell her of the joys still to come.
Wednesday, February 26, 2014
|Hellebores insist on lowering their heads in submission|
I apologise for the quality of the photos- just trying to keep my hand in.
Sunday, February 23, 2014
|Sam changing light bulb|
|Sam changing second light bulb|
|Sam ironing HIS shirts|
|Sam still ironing|
|The site of the problem water in the right attic window|
He also made sure I followed Naomi's instructions, fixed my new Kindle, schooled me with my tablet, scrubbed the inside of the fountain, took me to Tesco, the dump and out for an Indian.
Hurrah for SAM!
Thursday, February 20, 2014
Incidentally - if anyone is still awake - the fountain has just been steam blasted, a hole made to let out water prior to a scrubbing of the inside. Then I shall put my stones inside and let nature take its course.
My good friend Naomi is helping me to sort this problem and we are making progress. Maybe Sam my grandson will make a better stab at it when he comes this week-end.