It’s late in the afternoon I know I should be working.
Housework for sure I have been so lazy this week around the house. Our besties
are coming tomorrow to a tip…. Yesterday was a blur of a day. Today had more
structure. Got up early, sorted things out let Waggatail in her run and had a
quick breakfast. Oh, let me tell you. I have only discovered these and I’m
always last so I expect you have had them already. They are giant crumpets. You
get two in a pack ours were from Morisons. They are absolutely delicious. And
you know, I could only eat one and a half. I cut them into half-moons so
wrapped one half up and thought I would have it later in the day just pop it
back in the toaster and Bobs your uncle. They tasted so much better than the
small ones. Not sure how or why?
Teen was also up early he had to go to town to do some
banking which involved him texting me to ask to borrow some money…… Not sure
how that works out. You go to the bank and text home to ask for money.
Well, it was 8.36am when Teen left the house and I took the
vacuum out of the cupboard started to do our floor but then was interrupted by a
gent on the phone then a text so I stopped to read. You know what I’m like and
if teen is out on the road, I keep my phone close by. Turned on the vacuum
again and then find a cup on the floor take that in the kitchen, find teens
breakfast dishes in the sink put them in the “Empty” dishwasher just next to
the sink and continue to vacuum. Next thing I know is its sixteen minutes past
nine. At quarter past I was to get a lift to my course. I hurried to let Waggs
out. Told her to busy quickly. It was incredible how time had flown in fact I
didn’t believe it so I called the talking clock. Yep, I was running late. I got
Waggatail in took her harness and so on out of the cupboard and the doorbell
rang. I asked the lovely lady in whilst I put away the vacuum and ran to get my
coat.
Her and her colleague kindly picked me up. She asked how
many birds I had. This was to my delight as our canary, no’o’o I won’t say it….. Oo’oooooo no, I’m not going to tell you of his
nationality….. OKHe’sIrishYouKnow?
Smile
He was singing like he is known for and after the scare of
late I was so pleased. My lovely friend asked me how many birds I had. Haha I
said one. She said it sounds like a load more…..
In the car and off to our town. As we got out of the car,
the three of us plus a to be, wet, wagging, Wagga, the heavens opened and oh.
My. Life?
The rain? We had a long fast walk to get to the building and
the rain was just ridiculous. I mean, my hair is long but it was longer by the
time we got there and my friend made me laugh as we got in the lift, the others
we met there my other friend who drove
us there all walked up the stairs whilst lovely and I large it in the lift. Hahahahhahahahahahahaha.
Well, how between us we didn’t cause some kind of power cut? Really we left the
lift looking as though we had had an accident in there. There would have been
puddles for sure. My friend joked about her make up….. It was all lines. Hahahahaha.
I guess we looked a right pair but everyone was in the same boat, but the funny
thing is, the rest of the group came by bus and they were drier than us three
who came by car. The bus stop was right outside the office.
Almost five hours later, back home and Wagga ran to the
cupboard where her sweeties are I told her she had to go out first when she
returned she went back to the cupboard and I gave her a treat or three. Now she
is playing with her huge octopus. Oh, and I had my other half of crumpet. I
loved it. Going to do homemade Pizzas for dinner tonight with some salad. Teen
not in till really silly time again. I’m rather sleepy just could go to bed to
be honest, but would feel too guilty as Hub is home soon, I bet he will feel
like doing the same as he is tired he has two teams to look after and by the
end of the week he’s shattered, especially when his travel to work and back is
two hours. Talking all the way there and back. And that is what I was going to
tell you in my last blog.
Well yesterday’s taxi
driver for Hub told him he was in to bird watching. The feather kind. So he’s a
twitcher, right? Sounds like a condition… Why bird watchers are called twitchers?
They get so excited about seeing the latest sighting of an exotic avian delight;
a purple Peruvian rock thrush sends them into paroxysms. They literally twitch.
Hence Twitchers.
Well, as this Anna rack of a driver was telling my Husband
he saw this really unusual bird in his garden, a rare parrot. He immediately got
on his internet the group he is in for bird watching and told the nation about
his find.
He went out with camera and binoculars and as he approached
the very patient parrot from lands so far.
It spoke to him……
Hahahahehehehehehehhahahahahahah The silly over keen gent only
had a friendly chatty parrot from someone’s house in his garden. Well after
doing goodness knows what local research, he discovered that the parrot came
from a nearby home who didn’t want the poor thing and just set him free. How
bad is that? Thankfully the taxi driver took him to the local RSBB and they
have found a home for him.
The parrot not the taxi driver.
Tomorrow we have a
great day waiting for us. So later with love laughs and lots more. X
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