Mr P. likes box balls, I’ve lost count as to how many are in our small garden. He cleverly flattered me by saying I’m good at cutting them (which I am, largely as I have more patience and I did used to cut my brother’s hair ). It is time to do this – have done several so far – lots more to go.
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Collecting washers – surprising how many are dropped in the street – does this mean for every one in Mr P’s fast growing collection there is a malfunctioning bit of machinery/appliance somewhere?
At the start of the week Mr P. was running round like a headless chicken – I hope I never see one for real – over rubbish brought into the front garden by foxes. He blamed this on the pond (source of drinking water). I blamed it on the rather overgrown look of the garden, very nice but just a bit overgrown where foxes could have their alfresco picnics in peace and quiet. Being a little more cross than usual as my fractured arm was quite painful I decided that after about 10 years of Mr P going on and on about responsibility of feeding fish etc, I would take action. With my trusty Apple to help I found a really nice man who creates ponds etc and explained I needed the reverse. He came on Tuesday with all the proper gear – pumped the water out, caught the fish and found them a new home in Potters Bar so they could stay together as a shoal. Then we had a few days of aggro while I found more help in the form of Ervin of ‘Garden of Eden’ gardening services – fab name – as he said ‘we’ve been around a long time’. Sense of humour too.
So now calm restored – I’ll get a bird bath for the robin,blackbirds etc next. I am not holding my breath over the rubbish – I fully expect it to be there again!
See below first last week then this week
The most delicious crab sandwich for lunch today.
It was supposed to be followed by a delicious custard tart
but I made the mistake of leaving mine for later with a cup of tea.
When 4pm came I looked for it everywhere but it had disappeared.
Probably stolen by a seagull…….
Last week the Evening Standard had an offer from Chiltern Railways for tickets to Birmingham at 25p each way – Mr P couldn’t resist such an amazing bargain, even though he’s having to schlep to Marylebone Station and take the scenic (?) route which takes longer than usual. He woke me up at an early hour this morning to tell me his name wasn’t on the ticket, which I had booked and printed, therefore he couldn’t use them. I went back to sleep (ha-ha, fine chance). 7.00am I rang ticket enquiries and a nice man with a Cotswold burr ( that’s an accent ) said it would be fine – no problem. It then took about an hour of decision making before Mr P has finally left the building….. rather reluctantly as it is raining slightly. What a palaver – I’m off to Yoga in an attempt to regain sanity.
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