A Short Break in Transmission
It’s been a good week: the new plumber is working out well and is only ten minutes away, Mick our handyman dropped in and removed rubbish from earlier jobs and we talked about fibre glass to finally fix the leaks in the garage roof. It’s a bore when the post gets wet and not a brilliant idea with all the electrics. I need to know more about the fibre glass solution, but where is Jimmy when you want him? Living the life of Riley 0n the Costas no doubt.
Talking of mail; I no longer get upset when a letter is addressed to MTL but yesterday there were two identical letters addressed with his name then “deceased” and:“Important – only to be opened by the addressee.”
Words fail me.
Of course I opened one, saw it was fairly relevant and then dropped them both into the solicitor.
Oh good! Chris our taxi man has just phoned to confirm my booking for tomorrow. It’s quite rare – it seems to me – that people actually do what they say they will do.
I’m going to
see my dear old friend Margaret. I’m a
bit concerned about the journey – mainly finding my seat with luggage in the split
second you have before the train chugs off.
Yesterday I bought an even lighter (weight wise) trolley case and am
taking the absolute minimum although I’m tempted by my Kindle - being in the
middle of a gripping novel “Apple Tree Yard” by Louise Doughty.
I’ve started trying to go to bed a little earlier – the snag is instead of getting up once at 5am to go to the bathroom, last night was 1am, 4am and 7am when I was wide awake and got up anyway.
There is a photo of Laddie below – Sheila’s sweet natured dog with one blue eye. We had a bumble bee trapped behind the nets in the kitchen and Sheila promptly got her fluffy feather duster and gently eased him out all the way to the garden
Plants are watered – still time to see if I can fathom the switch- on lights.Won’t be long. Keep the faith.xoxox