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Cheery note No. 3 didn’t come easy yesterday due to being poisoned by my K.P.F.U. (can’t yet bring myself to say the words) on Tuesday night. You know when you are so startving hungry you’d eat a wellie if it got too close, well that’s what I was like. I’d had a busy (but very enjoyable) day and no time to cook tea before the hairdresser arrived. Because she does us as a job lot its not quick and by the time she went I was ravenous, so sent for a Chinese, I can just about say that word without bringing back the horror of yesterday morning.

While I was eating the K.P.F.U. I thought to myself this isn’t very hot, warning number 1, after a few more mouthfuls I decided Nah!! and put it in the bin. The result was a poorly me yesterday morning, I never moved off the couch all day because when I did try to everything went into spasm. It wasn’t nice.

I did find a wee cheery note though, it was a lovely soft cozy blanket that I rolled myself in like a sausage.

The last attack of the spasm gremlins was 4am this morning, so I’ve had 4 hours free from toe curling, that’s my cheery note for today.

Day 2

Okay its day 2 of LOVE and starting the day on a cheery note, so I decided a bit of music might fit the bill. Now I don’t ever listen to loud noise of any kind early in the morning because I like to wake up quietly so I nipped onto iTunes to find a mellow song. What happened I don’t know but I downloaded ‘I’m walking on Sunshine’ and proceeded to dance round the living room in my pj’s

I’m walking on Sunshine…… Whooah
I’m walking on Sunshine…….Whooah
And don’t it feel good.

I’m off into the garden to plant my sweet peas round the wigwam John made last night, I might have a dance round it first because that song is stuck in my head for the day now.

Love

Church was fab today. For anyone interested in reading why I thought so its on my other blog.

Nothing startlingly interesting to blog about on this one but I'm sure something will happen soon an I'll blog it.

LOVE to all.

Howdy

Just a quickie while I have a connection. I've been busy getting the garden up to scratch for a barbecue on the 28th of June for our 33rd anniversary. We used to have barby's nearly every weekend, sometimes planned and sometimes totally off cuff, I remember one year in particular when we decided to take out the hawthorn hedge that separated us from next door and replace it with a fence. We phoned our good friend Jim for a bit of manual help and he said ' how many bottles of Malt do you reckon that'll take us' big jobs were measured that way here. Wondering what on earth we were going to do with all the now uprooted hedge the next morning we decided to breakfast on it, believe me you've not lived until you've had bacon and egg fried on a hawthorn hedge, its special.

Anyway back to the BIG barby, the dress code is cowboy/cowgirl, except for my good friend who's been cryin at me constantly because she wants to be a saloon floosy. We're having a polka table and some country music as well as good ole western food but have decided against hay bales as we have some paraffin torches, guests who like a fag and loads of decking, a bit much for John's mini extinguisher I think.

I did think about one of them horses that try to fling you off their back and someone suggested inflatable cactus, might be a bit dodgy googling bucking bronco and blow up plastic though I'd be here all night with the results that would produce.

Any other idea's?

I'm a bit excited.

Anyone who can get here is more than welcome.

Online momentarily.

We’ve had fun and games here with this pc, it won and I got so frustrated at not being able to stay online long enough to type three words I decided enough was definitely enough. When you get wound up over a machine its time to ask yourself ‘Do I need things in my life that cause me to want to smash it to bit’s’ and the answer of course is ‘Yes’ I had made the decision to ignore the fact I couldn’t get online and took myself into the garden, but John made it work last night so here I am. How long I’ll be here is anyone’s guess, its up to BT, Talk Talk, Norton, Netgear, AOL or whoever else insists on interfering and poking its nose into it. I hate that Norton thing it thinks its IT doesn’t it, every time you do anything it pops up and say’s ‘hang on hang on you’re not looking at that till I say you can’…..arghhhh! GO AWAY cease to exist you bossy, nosey, bigheaded piece of filth hiding behind my screen.

I feel better now and will blog about the thing that got past me later today if its still working. Off for that MRI scan now, I’ve just made myself a CD called God 1 which I’ll be playing until I go and on my journey there, hopefully that will fill me with much calmness and I will manage to stay in the hole without pressing the buzzer to come out 10 times as I did last time. Claustraphobia eh!!! who'd have it.

I don't know, I really don't.

Blimey I didn’t think anything got past me but apparently it does. I’m having a bit of a chuckle whilst I type this cos I’m a bit erm…..shall we say amused.

Uh Ooooh!!!!

I see trouble ahead.

We thought our fairly new neighbours had seen our cabin and fancied one for themselves, but on closer observation by me (while hiding behind a bush) I saw to my horror that this was no ordinary cabin thing. When questioned by solar light they confessed they intended to keep chickens.

Now don't get me wrong I absolutley love chickens, in fact I've always wanted to have some myself. I've even imagined me strolling down the garden calling them by name, Hilda, Betty and Roo (the handsome rooster) would all scuttle their webby little feet excitidly to greet me.

But then I saw the many bird feeders they'd hung in the apple tree......Oh nooooo. Birds are another of my favourite animals and at one time I was an avid twitcher. I could identify dozens of them and could even tell you if they were male or female.

I should be made up that we are to have such a wonderful array of animal life next door, but I'm not because we have 3 and a half cats here who all love to hunt even though they're the best fed moggies in the world. Them birds wont stand a chance.

The half cat is called Bob, I'm not sure whether he's a stray tame one or a slightly friendly feral one but he won't move in, he just eats on the step twice a day and rewards us with the odd vole or mouse or bird.

They're lovely my new neighbours, prehaps it would be a good move to invite them to the next barbeque.......yikes!!!