Good day Bloggets, I hope this Monday has found you better
than you were last Monday? If not, there is always next Monday?
Hub and I really don’t
deal with Sundays. We dislike them immensely and it stems from boarding school.
It was a Sunday night when we had to set
off to school. The dreaded feelings of fearful loneliness, still sits in the
pit of our stomachs.
My Husband kindly reminded me yesterday, that it has been
almost thirty years, since I was in the middle of my modelling work, I absolutely
was in shock, God, I don’t think I have ever felt so blooming old, and he found
this really funny? So I just gave him a little rub on the front of his brow,
where, how shall we say, there is a little more light getting to his skin, than
he or I for that matter would like? Ha.
Teen has his Religious education exam today, until a few
weeks ago, we didn’t even know he had that? It is compulsory in his school.
This is fine, as he actually likes it, but exams? He just can’t deal with, so I
really hope literally to God, he will be OK today? He is really really freeking
out right now about his future. He is so desperately worried about money bless
him. I wish I was in more of a position to
help him? Hub is very strict about teen
standing on his own two feet when he is eighteen, and I kind of agree, or he
will never learn and when he is twenty six, he will still be relying on his Mum
to bail him out, but I just wish we had told him this news when he was a year older, as I never knew how much
he would be affected by that news. He has tried for so many jobs, at least
sixty since Easter. Not even got as far as an interview. Too many people for
too few jobs. If he could just get in front of the person, he would get the
job, as he is so communicative and appealing, four weeks he will not be a
schoolboy anymore and this is really terrifying him.
OK, VIP Bloggets, have you tried of late to set up a Google
mail account? Oh my God? It is impossible. I challenge you if you can’t see, to
do it, I have done what is expected of me, but just cannot get past the first page! I hate that bit where it
says “Prove you’re not a robot? Why do the words when you press the sound
button, have to sound so distort? Google also need to know my birthday? Why?
And the best one, is why on earth do they need to know my gender? There is a
male, female or other…Well, I am trying to set up an account for hub and
myself, so I pressed other, and it asks for a mobile number, I left that blank
as no star is next to it, but I bet if I put one in, I would be put onto the
next page? On our blog page, they talk about
Google widgets? Do I want a widget? Well, forgive me, but there must be
an ointment for that?
It is raining hard here today. My gardener was due. Believe
me, I have been trying to get her here since March.
My friend Julie, told me today, that she was involved with
the police? I was stunned as she is the sweetest person, but she went on to
say, a neighbour was the one in trouble. She, my friend, had to rescue her cat,
as it had been caught in a trap, in someone’s garden. Oh how sick?
Now I do understand, as a dog owner sometimes I refer myself
as a zoo keeper, I would be fined if our dogs went into someone’s garden and
rightly so, but cat owners don’t get, their cats are digging up plants/ bulbs,
messing in peoples gardens and killing birds
that people love to come to their garden, also, why would someone want a
cat in their garden?
But I could never do such an evil thing to any animal.
My other friend Vivi, has been feeding her friends four
cats, whilst she was on holiday, that is fine, but she also was asked to feed,
wait for it?
The hedgehogs? Hahahhahahehehehehehehhhuuuha.
I am serious. They have little bungalows in the back garden.
A line of them an Vivi said she lifted the roof off them, and low in behold,
there were little faces in each one, looking up at her.
They actually use them?
They look like proper mini bungalows, all painted beautiful
too. I thought it would be a gimmick, but no. Cat food and mealworms were
fed. Vivi, was almost sick at having to
do the worm thing? Ha. That is called a true friend, don’t you think?
Hub working down south today not back until well after
seven. He is home tomorrow, I’m out and Wednesday he is home, I’m out,
Thursday, he is away working south
again, guess what? I’m in.
Typical.
OK, I must do some truly boring housework. With love.
x
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