Garden stuff

I made a start on the secret garden at the weekend, well on the entrance to it anyway.

Before

After

The sun creates havoc in our pond, its as green and gooey as anything. We've tried everything apart from chemicals, then I remembered something my second aunty once told me, get some straw (I had loads of that due to 6ft grass being cut and dumped here and there), roll it into a parcel and put it in tights. Lower into the pond and within a couple of weeks it will be clear.

A wasps nest right above where I was working all day, John says they're made out of chewed up wood so we're looking for the hole in the cabin now. Cute wee thing isnt it.

This post has taken nearly a week to get to publishment because of a very bad pc, power cuts (due to electrical storms) and I'm back at work so life is busy busy busy!!

Love to all.

Meeting oneself coming back from holiday before you go.

At work today I was astounded!

I’m covering the next two weeks for someone who is about to fly off to a sun drenched beach somewhere much nicer than Chester. I was excited for the person and arrived singing something about a Summer holiday…..Oooow I said, not long now and you’ll be off, are you in holiday mode then.

The reply was astounding!

Hmmpf!! all I keep thinking is this time next week I’ll be entering my second week and then home.

‘YOU HAVENT EVEN GONE YET FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!’

I was astounded!

I’ve been trying to think of something a bit more negative to beat this one, its going to be hard but I’m determined to come up with a better one by tommorra.

Night All.
Astounded – Chester.

Its all go here.

Ive had a busy old weekend, we went to a National Trust thingymajig on Saturday.

Ducks

John talking to a tree

I want this in my garden.

Me in a den

This looked like a duck on a ledge from a distance, honest.

Deer

The effective way to teach Health & Safety (the white sign says 'If you come near me I'll kill you) charmin.

Hat.

Saturday night I went to a wedding reception at our local community centre which gave me terrible problems at church the next morning. I normally go off into a dreamlike state when we sing, I close my eyes and kind of sway and its the most wonderful feeling ever. This week though due to the thundering disco noise the night before I had no balance so had to grip the back of the chair in front of me and keep my eyes wide open just to stay upright, anyone with bad tinitus will understand that one. Church was brilliant again this week, for anyone interested in why I thought so I'll be putting it on my other blog later.

studentness

Its official, I'm now a student it says so in the letter that postie brought this morning. I have to start reading psychology, sociology, biology and other ologies......in preparation for September. I'm excited, but my blog may become a bit too intellegent for my readers as my brain starts to expand - yeah right!

Have a good Saturday everyone, we are going National Trusting today despite the fact that its lashing down here.

Nosey parkers.

What about this Google thing ‘Street view’

When I first read it I wasn’t sure I liked the idea, I thought it was a bit cheeky actually and the pictures of the Google car’s with the 3D camera’s going up and down the roads taking pictures of our houses and cars unnerved me a bit. Now I’m going to have to make sure I take my curlers out and get out of my pj’s if I want to add something to my brown bin, just in case its that day that they are in our road. I’ll have to wash the care an all because I parked under a tree on Thursday and every pigeon in Birkenhead had a poo on it.

Blimey, what’s the world coming to.

Edit
My windows are not getting washed. I advise everyone else not to clean theirs.

Housey House.

It’s been a well exciting week so far this week, so good that I can barely restrain myself from bubbling over with hysteria and delight in fact.

As with most of the country we’ve had a monsoon descend on Chester so no threshing about in the soil or smelling the lovely cut grass, I don’t mind though because I’ve been doing the domestic scene with a smile (cos we're still in Love month) I just couldn't wait to get the marigolds and apron on, yeah right! For three day’s now I’ve dusted, hovered, mopped, ironed, cooked, sorted out mounds of paper and been to the tip so many times that Erick (the man who sits in the kennel telling you which skip to use) and I are on first name terms. ENOUGH!!! That’s my contribution for the rest of this year, I hate loath and despise housey stuff and I’m doing no more.

I finally dragged myself back to the gym today, (mainly to avoid finding another job to do in the house) and was dead chuffed to find I could still swim a mile, which incidently is 60 lengths, hardly surprising with all the legging round housewifeing. I'm going to try to push it to 70 lengths over the next couple of weeks and if I do it I'll award myself the most expensive dish in the restaurant and a cake, yummy I look forward to that providing I'm not being stretchered out.

Tomorrow is mum day, she gets to choose what we do on a Thursday so this week I’m off to The Bingo........hmmmm!!

‘I’m so excited an I just can’t hide it’

Line dancing might be on the cards because I was very impressed with Margaret's moves at the barbecue, its bound to be easier than belly dancing and I already have some cowee gear.yeeeeeehah.

A perfect day.

Did I ever mention that I love my new church, well I do. All this week there’s been a marq, marc, erm……big tent in a park where about eight churches have got together and each night there has been a joint service. Unfortunately I could only make it on one of the night’s, that was Tuesday and the speakers for the night were Paul Jones and his wife. Now I knew I knew the name and I was also pretty sure he was a singer from way back but like many others couldn’t quite place the group he was in. According to Paul on his travels nobody else could remember either so he gave us a quick rendition of ‘There she was just a walking down the street’ and we all bellowed ‘Doo ah diddy diddy um diddy do’ oh yeah! It was Manfred Man, silly.

Col, our pastor was to introduce Paul and his wife and he came to chat with us before things got underway. I have a bit of something up my sleeve he said and pulled out a mouth organ, by the look on Liz’s face (Col’s wife) she didn’t think it was a brill idea, but he said I might or might not do it and I think she hoped he wouldn’t. Naturally he did and to be fair he was pretty impressive. I have to say at this point that Col is a great inspiration to me, apparently he used to be a very quiet member of the church who never put himself forward. I’m guessing he was shy and not at all an extrovert. But week after week he shows no sign at all of the person he used to be as he sings, speaks, comforts, cries and is never ever afraid to show emotion, that has a very liberating effect on me and no doubt many others because to be able to just be yourself and know for certain that nobody will think you are weird is something so special and I love it.

This morning was a chance for all the churches to set up a bit of an exhibition around the tent, we had a band, some solo singers and much mingling went on. The atmosphere was magic because although all the churches there today do it slightly different our aim was to unite and we did big time.

Tomorrow morning starts at 10am and I’ll be there……..I’ll be theeeere

Love - Part whatever.

Well the starting the day with a cheery note and feeling the Love has been dead easy recently, the get together was fab and I thoroughly enjoyed it. What comes better than getting many people (family & friends) together in the great outdoors with music and food, its priceless. I did stop for a moment and nearly went very sad when I thought about Chris not being there, but then I looked around and realised once again that most of the beauty in our garden was put there by him and his mates. He’ll always be right there with us when we’re in the garden and in my head I said thank you babe for giving us this little haven. Then I was happy again.

Although playing hostess is a wee bit stressful I have to admit I love it, I’m into doing the food and I love walsing round chatting so we’re planning another one around the beginning of August, just got to get a theme organised. On the Sunday we had a couple of mini get togethers to finish off the nibbles and of course I still had to be taught how to play poker. Well……..I can get the bit about making a hand with the cards that are on the table, but as for the betting bit, it defeats me, I just don’t get it. Raise, call and whatever else seems to cost you and the chips were going in at a frightening speed, I didn’t understand when I had to match a bet and when I didn’t and it confused me no end when the chips I’d already put it were counted as some of my stake thing. Oh nooooo!! Poker’s not for me, I’ll stick to what I know.

I’m off out with my mum today armed with the mobility bike, now that’ll be a test for the cheery note and share the love won’t it, because in my experience as with wheelchairs, some people are convinced that if they just keep on walking they will be able to morph right through it. My mum’s an expert though, its no end of fun to watch faces as she ploughs on regardless.

I plucked one eyebrow last night because it was getting on my nerves, I did intend to do the other this morning but I’ve made a conscious decision to leave it as it looks like I’m winking in a slightly surprised way and will add to the humour of the day.

Have a good un.

LOVE to all.