Friday, 20 March 2009
Afternoon tea in England is like nothing you ever had before but one thing de rigeur is cakes and biscuits. And tea of course. And all served in pretty china. Oooh I can hardly wait!
And her Givaway.......well just go an read it
Sunday, 15 March 2009
A sad day for me today. These are pictures of my dear friend Linda - remember I asked your prayers the other day? Only 61 years old, she passed peacefully away in her husband's arms at the hospice yesterday afternoon. The pictures were taken in her back garden a little less than three years ago in 2006. We were using her caravan as a kitchen while her hubby, John, was working in the house kitchen.
It was a scorching hot day in May and we were lounging around wallowing in the total lethargy of a race who thinks 80° is 'scorching' and knows to take full advantage in case it rains tomorrow - which it did. Linda didn't know she had bowel cancer, not for sure. She didn't know it would all kick off in September with an operation to chop out the bad bit nor that treatment would continue for, literally, the rest of her life. She didn't know how far advanced her cancer was, even before she knew about it, nor that it had already spread to her lungs and was on its way to her brain, where it would kill her.
I visited her last Monday. Linda was in bed that day, John was there, two mutual cake decorating friends, her brother, me and Keith - a lot of people for a small room - and we spent all afternoon reminiscing and telling silly anecdotes, never thinking that in a little more than 24 hours she would lapse into a coma and, to all intents and purposes, be lost to us.
When Keith handed me the phone yesterday and said "It's John..." I knew why he was ringing. All day my friend kept popping into my mind and I was getting a bit frantic - because I couldn't recall her face, nor how tall she was nor the colour of her hair (when she had some!). My mind wouldn't stay in one place for long enough so I could find these pictures on the computer. I'll sort them all out one day. But after Keith went to bed, after I had put the telly off, after I had sat there thinking of my friend yet again, I was overtaken by a very real peace and quiet and I felt rather than heard "I'm OK now" and I knew that my own prayer for her was answered.
Now I know there will be those who will dismiss this as hysterical bunkum. Please don't - the peace is still there today and so is Linda, in my heart and, complete with picture, in my mind's eye.
Finally, here's just a little reminder of Spring in our Garden. Linda never liked cut flowers indoors but she did like them growing.
AND FINALLY, Keithism for today...........
The tulips are silk ones Keith nicked out of the conservatry and poked in among the daffs for a laugh. Quite effective actually.......
Friday, 13 March 2009
Guess who forgot to post your birthday card?
I know that's more the kind of lame excuse you give when you really mean "I forgot your birthday" or even worse "I forgot you existed for a minute there" or even worse than that "Ruth who???".
Truly though, I'm sitting here looking at it now. It shows 2 bats hanging upside down and one says to the other
"Know what REALLY scares me about getting older?"
Tee-hee-hee - chuckle
think about it!
Have a lovely day anyway
love and best wishes
Auntie A & Uncle K
chunter, chunter - damn thing only wanted an address writing on it. Been in the house 2 flippin weeks. It's Keef's fault........
What's your mobile phone number btw?
Thursday, 12 March 2009
Wednesday, 11 March 2009
If your bathroom is downstairs - forget it
There is no-one in the world who wants a downstairs bathroom. Remember that.
Bungalows are for old people
Really? Oh, right. Well I wish someone had told me before we came here.
Wooden kitchens are out of date; only white will do.
Beg to differ here. Where we lived in the late 80's we had a white kitchen installed. It was right old fashioned then and the fitter said as much. He was quite disgusted that we were not having a wood one. "Nice bit of oak," he said "That's what you want. Makes a place feel lived-in". "It'll come back in fashion sometime." I said - and it did. Now I've got an oak kitchen, which is right out of fashion. I don't care though because I like it. It's warm looking, as if someone lives in it and cooks in it. And in a few years it'll be bang up to the minute.
There are a few leaves on the drive. That's going to put buyers off.
Rubbish! The show was filmed in autumn and that's what trees do in autumn - shed their leaves. Knee-deep might be a bit off putting but you'd have to be a bit of a stickler to even notice a couple of dozen!
Don't have any personal odds and ends about.
What? They're talking about things like photos of your family, books you read, pictures on the walls or nick-nacks that are important in your life. Hard luck if you play a musical instrument. It has to go for the duration - unless it's a grand piano of course, that's OK. But these people always get busy taking down their pictures from the walls, and some of them have quite a few. But I ask myself this: what happened to all the picture hooks and the holes where they were fastened? You can never see them when someone is being shown round but in reality they make a dreadful mess.
Time for Corrie so I'm orf. See you soon
Thursday, 5 March 2009
We had a lovely 'clear the fridge' supper yesterday. A couple of skinless chicken breasts (that Keith brought home from the factory where he works) went into a dish with half an onion (sliced), half a red pepper (chopped up), a few mushrooms that wouldn't have survived the night and a bit of frozen sweetcorn from the freezer. You know, the last little bit in the bag and hardly worth saving? A tin of leek and potato soup - whoever invented that should get a Nobel Prize or something - was mixed with a tin of Weightwatchers bacon and lentil soup and the whole lot poured on, covered with foil and thrown in the oven for 50 minutes on Gas Mark 5. A few new potatoes for Keith - et voila fast food fit for a king! There isn't a picture of course because I didn't know it would be that good so my camera wasn't to hand.
The hall from the vantage point of the loo. There are 2 surplus boxes of tongue-and-groove he didn't need waiting to go back to the shop for refund. I bet they're still there in a fortnight!
A close-up of that door at the end of the hall showing what a brilliant painter Keith isn't! He slops it everywhere and then you have to scrape it off the glass.