It’s one of those days, you know the kind? It’s about twenty
to seven in the evening, and I have just sat down to talk with you, with a very
very weak cup of coffee. I never go to the coffee machine as like the jar
rubbish as my family call it. But today, because I’m so shattered, I decided to
be lazy and use the machine and yes, it was on empty. So whilst my room would
normally be filled with the fragrance of coffee and the smooth taste would flow
as caffeine sent alert signals to my brain to tell me to wake up as well as relax,
instead I’m like, whatever, as long as it’s wet. Smile.
So, again, must write this so fast, as teen due in in half
an hour and he has already told me three times he’s starving. After yesterday’s
amusing blog to you all…. Today I fixed him a sandwich for his lunch. So before
work he ate it and ran to work I did think, he will never survive four hours
without eating? I was right, oh my word the texts? Does this mean he is still
growing?
I have been doing my volunteering work today and have
written another load of press releases to go out. I got two notifications that
I was going to get two stories published. This is good. That makes about five
in two weeks. I wrote about eight. Tomorrow another two interviews case studies
then write for more press releases. In between another blood test in the
morning and then a visit from a tiny man… With tools…. Some would say he was
electric and others cute. As long as he doesn’t electrocute me.
Listening to the football on the radio, not by choice but
family want it on and there is a minute’s applause for those poor victims who
suffered in Turkey with the . . . .. .. .. … …
I won’t swear.
Funny isn’t it, we used to give a minute’s silence but now
clapping. Is this because people now days are not respectable enough to keep
quiet? Also, no way that was a minute? Tonight Portugal will play Poland. My prediction
as you know, I’m such an expert on the footy, smile, well, I think Portugal
will win 2 1. The Polish keeper is wearing bright yellow boots, so the Portuguese
players will be able to see him. Haha.
I was glad to know that England came home to shame we are so
forgiving when it comes to football, well, not this time.
I managed to get an appointment for our solicitor to do our
wills, so at least that will be out of the way. Hub and I will venture out to
town and hopefully get that done.
I need my holiday now. We are staying in a luxurious house
someone we know in France and flying with Hubs points he accumulated from when
he travelled abroad a lot with work so will be OK only trouble is, we are
struggling to find a caring home for our Little Fella, who will be able to give
him one hundred per cent attention as he will suffer without Hub, honestly, if
I take him in the garden to groom him, he has a panic attack and runs to look
for Hub as soon as the door is open to get back into the house. He is such a
happy darling and loves to please. Hub says he thinks he knows who is free that
week and may ask. I really wish we were taken him with us, but not sure he
would cope for all those hours flying and in the airport. Though part of me
thinks that he will be happier doing that than being left.
Today is raining and sunny at the same time, the roses in
the garden smell amazing so sweet. Our apple tree is still alive..
OK, dinner calls and
I’m not cooking what I cooked for poor teen yesterday, do you know Bloggets,
you have been reading and laughing at that blog, ninety views today on my
cooking skills from yesterday…
Later with love.
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