Mon 15 Feb 2010

I was sad to hear today of the death of author Dick Francis CBE.  I'm not a follower of horse racing, nor a gambler, but I do love a rattling good who-dun-it. And though Dick Francis' novels were mostly set somewhere in the racing world, there never seemed to me to be any 'sameness' about them.   I'll always be able to find room for him on my bookshelves.

Why is it that when my hairdresser comes to the house, the whole world and his wife and dog come to visit?  Just after she arrived Keith's friend, Ron, came in and he and Keith stood there in the kitchen having a high old time drinking coffee and chortling as my head got fuller and fuller with bits of aluminium foil.  It's rare for Ron to stay for more than about half an hour so he must have been enjoying himself today.  Bless him!

While  we all sat there, me with a frozen foil-wrapped head, waiting for my colour to take,  Mimuvver and sis arrived.  Of course I would mormally make some tea and sit with them and put the world to rights but today was different because I had to sit there, quietly developing.  I know exactly how a turkey feels on Christmas Day now!

When my head was safely stuck under the tap Ron left.  Mimuvver and sis stayed to see the Great Shearing then they went too.  Later on that afternoon,just as I was about to start cooking our meal, our friends Ingrida (the bride in my sidebar photo) and Regan turned up with their two wedding CD's to watch. 

I bet you we won't see a solitary soul now for weeks.  Our visitors are like buses:  you wait ages for one then 3 come all at once!

Sis and I were messaging on Skype last evening, talking about the more disgusting element of my last entry:  bottom burps.  We came to a conclusion that animals must be politer than us because you can't hear them, only have this general all-pervading pong emanating from their direction.  We reckoned without horses!  They must be the loudest bottom burpers in the business............unless, of course, you know different?