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Monday 8 October 2012

TO TOWN WITH THE TERRORIST


Whilst I am completely exhausted, I want to take time out to say have a happy Monday?

Oh boy, what a day? After a great night last night at our church, where the people were so very friendly, I met a fellow Geordie called gale and of course Kevin who is so sweet and kind and then there was our lovely  Welsh friend and his really lovely family, our  Welsh friend is a real character. He is hilarious so very funny the way  in which he tells a story and he laughs with my jokes, the man deserves a medal for that? We had a right good session of singing and eating some lovely food made by the kind people of the church and even the so called plum lady came and spoke to us. Haha, she gave us some plums last time we went, we thought we  would get a few? No, there were enough plums to keep both Robinsons and Hartley’s jam companies in business and they were delicious. So now she is loveling known as the plum lady. It’s a great night at the church where people mingle and laugh a lot.

Today? Oh my word it was just exhausting. We went to the town and my Husbands iPhone decided to not work, so the street instructions would not speak to us. Well my heart was in my mouth wondering if we had got off at the right place, we did and off we went to the bank. Then the dry cleaners with my husband looking like a cross between a hiker and a terrorist with his rucksack on his back full of suits. The dry cleaners, just closed down and was now a firework shop. So  we went to our favourite café, Café Rouge. That was lovely then the bus home, oh, after we happened to find by the sound, a shop that did keys so we got one copied for our garage. Sound is a wonderful thing, to be able to hear, though I would rather be deaf, as blind, as when deaf, you can see it is a machine in the shop that makes keys, and not a hair dressers with their hair dryer’s. You can also see the blooming steps too, so you don’t fall. We had to be so alert as the market was on and the delivery vans were parking up with their diesel engines. Some of the roads you cross, feel beneath your feet, like you are still on a path, you can not deferentuate the path from the road, this makes it hard, when you need to know at what point you need to turn down a street.

Then came the bus stop? Well there were road  works, so the bus did not pull up where it should have done, after we missed a couple of busses, we were told this, it is on a busy main road, so impossible to hear when a bus comes along. Thank God, a lovely lady asked if we were waiting for the number*? We got on the bus and then to find a seat. There was one right at the back of the bus, then you put up with all the questions about how we manage and how wonderful our dogs are? Hahahaha. IF only they had seen us earlier?

We got home, after my black beauty, fell down the step in the bus, doing an impression of a broken ironing board. We took the dogs on the field for a treat and then could not find the way out of the field. Hahahahaha. Oh well, I found loads of  nettles then the gate. Now we are home and I am going to help my Husband to fill skip number nine. Don’t ask. More tomorrow and in the meanwhile, look after yourself and if your in love and it’s not going right, look left. xxx   

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