Snow

It snowed so Albert and I had to buy Wellington boots, does God know it is nearly summer.

We returned early to get warm.

until Tuesday

Just nipping off to see relatives back soon.

Veronica

I do not know where she is, must ring her.

Need to know if we are having 'the' tattoo this year?

Ironing again

The basket is nearly full again I think Albert is worried in case I throw his best shirt away – iron it then Dear Albert!

Shopping

I bought a loaf of bread this morning from the local bakery and was asked if I was eating in or taking the bread out; I was baffled – it is a loaf of bread I said and there are at least thirty slices ……… yes but are you eating in or taking it out.  I suppose she was programmed but she did not even smile at me.

I will send Albert next time.

 

Not old

A lady on the bus yesterday demanded that I give up my seat because I was not old – I know for a fact that this lady is at least twelve years younger than me.  I gave up my seat with pleasure and a curtsy.

 

Ironing

Albert is not happy with me; I had not ironed for weeks and decided the contents of the ironing basket were old; so I threw them out.

Albert was last seen rummaging in the dustbin.

Going out to yoga.

 

Glenda

Oh yes Glenda, Veronica and I travelled to West Yorkshire to hear this famous lady speak about politics; Albert was aghast as I did not express any political views.  Not only did Glenda annoy him but I was not back for his lunch or evening meal!  The bus stop was next to a pub and it was raining ………

It was worth getting into trouble for.

 

Glenda Jackson

And then there was Glenda Jackson, Veronica’s fault.

Tell you tomorrow.

Where have I been

I have been busy scaring off the pigeons – (no Daisy from Cardiff I did not shoot them) and painting my viewing seat on the allotment. 

 

Pearls

And then there was the night I wore my best pearls, complete with safety catch which I could not open - I had to sleep in them.   Albert did not notice.

 

Mince pies

I made mince pies yesterday and a ‘special’ one for Albert.

I should have brought my Christmas tree in was Veronica’s suggestion.

 

Fit to die

I told Bernicia that I would be dead before I had mastered the electronic keep fit board; she said that I would look good though.

 

 

A competition

I did not win the poetry competition, did I really want to go to Hebdon Bridge on a writing course,  of course I did!

Fed up now so entered a competition to cook with John Torode I shall probably win.

 

Sorry Veronica

I was supposed to be collecting for a local charity today but unable to do so, sorry friend.

Staying at home with Elvis.

Stood up

Albert was out last Saturday and I took a bus trip to Ripon, looking trendy with headset on and clutching a book and bottle of water.

I found a local Witherspoons and made myself comfortable reading my book and waiting for  steak and chips when Rex and Derek asked if I wanted a drink.  I thanked them but said I was waiting for Tom Conti; one day I shall get to meet him.

So I was obviously stood up.

Tea and sympathy

I visited another friend this week because her dog had died, we were going to drink tea and toast Tobias in doggie heaven, and we even put the kettle on.

 Returned home much later and Albert thought I look a bit pale …………….. it was the vodka!

 

 

Electronic abuse

I have decided to get fit and dusted off my electronic keep fit board – firstly she called me Albert and insisted on knowing where I had been for a year; then I was given an age of seventy-five.  I switched her off and did not talk to her until today where I am a now a friendly fifty two.

It is a machine I am arguing with!

Pigeons again

A friend has lent me a gun to shoot the pigeons, Albert had better stay indoors.

Busy

I have been so busy making calf foot jelly, gruel, shepherd’s pie and lemon barley water for Albert; I think he is better.