LILY, OR NOT?

Here I sit, in my back yard. Earphones on, volume on my computer almost at max, to hear past the sounds of the cars. Hub told me a good thing yesterday; we think we are starting to get some places, with the talking busses. I will keep you in touch with that. I really hope so though, gosh, that would be great, if we knew where we were going without having to remember and feel every bump and turn on our roads. If I was on a bus on my own, well, first that would almost take a miracle, but second, knowing me, someone would sit next to me and tell me their life story, so I would be so confused trying to remember where the heck I had  got up to before they began to talk to me? But if I had a little man in a little box, telling me the stops that would suit me perfect. Also the buses are coming out where they make no sound, Hub is against this, as we will get knocked over if we think there is nothing coming, but at the same time, we will be able to hear when a bus pulls in as well? As right now, at our bus stops, about five busses can pull in at once and we don’t know whether we are Arthur or Martha.

All the sounds of the engines amalgamate into one loud noise.

I just wish they would make engines so much quieter? Not silent, but less raw.

If you remember, I bought a lily from the garden centre a week ago? Teen planted it. It was orange. My friend said as we picked the best one. I asked Teen on Saturday, if he could see for me how it was doing? He said he couldn’t see it, not only that, he could not remember planting it? So where is my poor lily?

Well, it’s the hottest day so far this year. I am roasting. I have two dogs tied to my chair. I will have to take them in soon, as it is too hot for them outside.

And too hot for me. Oh I hope the street cat does not visit our garden, or my chair will be going for a fast unwanted ride across the slabs, to taste a cat.

The birds sound really bothered with the heat even. Their normal fast chirps, are as though their batteries are running low.

Well, its official, the itinerary has arrived for Oslo. It’s there in black and white.

Teen spent the whole day with Bunches yesterday. He came home by taxi. No Bunches Mum? He missed the blooming bus.

Teen said that her Mother was away working, so she could not bring him home. I wondered if the kindness was dying after words from big sis who will be returning from the US after being away for a year in a couple of weeks. Hub and I were saying if they ever split up, I don’t know how teen would cope. He really is relying on her love.

He came home early well, after one this afternoon telling me he has an English exam tomorrow. Well, we weren’t sure if he had or not, if he was allowed to take another one? He is. Oh I hope he does this one OK?

As I said his last exam in the lingo, he totally blew it as we say in the UK.

Failed with a capital F

A’s and B’s all year for his tests and essays, but the exam he just panickt.

It’s just odd not having him in school full time now.

It was really funny; he made himself a bacon sandwich. He wanted cheese on it, I told him, no, he could have cheese or bacon.

He said I was boring.

I said I was realistic.

I went to make us a cup of tea. Oh this was funny, the

 kettle was almost empty, but he had boiled it? I asked.

Have you made a cup of tea, for yourself?

He answered, haven’t made it yet. I only filled the kettle enough for one person, me.

 I replied,

“Oh, well, I have only poured enough water for one, me!

Leaving him with no tea.

 Only for a few seconds though, but it was funny.

OK I shall go for now. My week has my artist friend coming tomorrow Wednesday my friend coming Thursday A call with an important person and free so far on Friday, oh, Thursday, someone is coming to fix our conservatory door. We either can’t get in or out. Not really good? Xx