Goodness, it’s two in the afternoon and I took to my desk ten minutes ago, today has been one of those days. You know, just a circle of life. I arrived at the bottom of my stairs at ten past eight this morning. One of our dogs had decided to pollute during the earlier hours of the morning. Certainly, not before 6.20 as that was when Teen left for work, so after then and before Hub was welcomed by it at seven this morning. Thankfully his nose saw it before his feet. Haha. He cleaned it up but Mrs semi squeaky clean came and double did the doodle.
I vacuum the floors right through the house downstairs. Then mopped again. Then groomed the wagging one, tidied the upstairs bathroom, and started on the kitchen, then making Teens lunch even though by this point it was just after nine. It would be ready for whenever he came in. Two sweet potatoes with the insides scooped out then filled again with the mince steak from last night topped with Halloumi and put under the grill, then back in the recently turned off oven.
Then to fill the dish washer. Clean the work tops for the second time that day and at this point the doorbell rang. Gosh, yes Bloggets, a delivery person actually rang my door bell. Something unheard of in the Fifi Blogget household. A doorbell at my house, is purely for decoration, and I can tell you Bloggets, it’s blooming ugly!
I stood there with that kind of gormless smile upon my face. Waiting.
And waiting.
Nothing was said though I knew there was someone there because I could hear him breathing as if he had just ran up a huu’uu’uuge hill whilst smoking his millionth cigarettes!
I asked him if he had a parcel for me?
“Yes!”
He replied. Em, Okay, well, where?
“Here, he replied.””
I put my hands out palms facing the Gods. Well, God didn’t help to put it in my hands as they remained empty.
“I can’t see, I’m blind, could you please put it in my hands?”
“Oh, I know you can’t see.””
So, by this point, he still didn’t put anything in my arms. He’s taking the Michael now I thought, then he handed me a small pen and in my other empty hand the machine to sign for it.
Well, that was the first delivery, wait until the next one?
Firstly, was this a parcel for me, from me, to whom? or was it something Hub had sent for or Teen? I put the blank small padded box on the hall table and came in to continue the kitchen work. Then into the dining room. Then there was a knock at my door, just as I ran as fast as a Fifi can run with one leg in action the other having memory problems. It can’t remember how to work. Almost breaking my neck on Waggatails wonderful toys she kindly piled up right in front of the doors leading from the lounge to the hall. Another knock. Gosh, he was coming through? As I turned the key in the lock, my mobile rang. I ignored that. Opening the front door, a man’s voice saying.
“It’s a big one. Very long too!””
Well
What could I say?
Plenty, but dared not.
I certainly have never been told that before on me doorstep!
Ooo it was my extra bit of Christmas. A small white Christmas tree for our dining room. Everything on halt. Into my dining room. Vacuumed the place where it was going to go, then trying to work out how it goes… and for once it all made sense to me.
It’s only small but white and I have red holly berries that light up to go on it.
By the time, I fixed it together, there was tinsel from the start to the end of my dining room.
Of course, furniture has to be moved to accommodate a new tree, more vacuuming. I let Wagga out, then Teen came in for lunch.
Oh, that phone call? I called Hub. It wasn’t him. Any how it was not a good chat with my beloved. Little Fella has to go back to the vet tomorrow. He was sick yesterday, sick today too. He has lost loads of weight. He hasn’t been right since he got back from the vet’s last Friday, mind you he did eat a mohair and suede cussion.
He has also had a nibble on our tree. I know that can kill dogs too. It can cut their insides, as well as the chocolates on the tree. Please if you have a dog, don’t buy those chocolates or sweets for your dog, even if they never touch anything, the temptation to have a taste is too much. Also, a reminder at this time of year again, cocktail sticks? Please get rid if you have a pet. They killed a guide dog a couple of years ago, He swallowed some sticks and they ripped punctured his insides. Tinsel last year another guide dog had to be put to sleep as the tinsel wrapped around the dog’s organs and the poor thing apart from cutting his insides, choked. I put ours on so securely, wrapping the branches around the tinsel so it’s impossible to get off. The trouble is, the so called string? It looks like tinsel, but is short strands of shiny string. I never imagined he would enjoy that as well. He is a right pain. But I adore him and I am worried. Two days of being sick and he has lost so much weight. It’s scrambled eggs for him and the Wagging one tonight as I don’t have rice.
Well, Teen came in, showered, re dressed and ate his lunch. He loved it and ran back to work.
Stupidly I forgot to do the down stair toilet. So I went in there vacuumed the floor then mopped it. Again, having to wash the mop and put it away, again.
We will find out tomorrow if LF will be OK and as far as his leg is concerned, the fluid they took has to be analysed to see if they can culture the fluid? Does that mean take his fluid to the ballet and opera? Haha.
I really wish the dreaded V, word wasn’t mentioned in our house.
Well my phone rang again. OOOOOoooooaoooooooOOOOO I’m totally excited. My new front door was due in January but because of a cancelation, it’s now coming on Thursday.
Our vets are called Churchill vet’s. LF was on my mind. Our window company is called Churchill windows. So I asked should I write the cheque out to Churchill vets?
How blooming embarrassing.
Of course, then I couldn’t just shut up. I had to explain why I called him the vet.
He was very confused.
Oh but the best thing is, we are not getting a letter box fitted on our door. We ordered one, one of those free standing ones because we are fed up of small parcels getting lost and thought that the post people will post through a post box rather than a tiny letter box on a door.
But our post box hasn’t yet been made.
Oops.
Em.
Heck!!!
Well our postal people are going on strike next week for five blooming days. That to me is simply disgusting. So, take it out on the employers, but not the public? What have I done to you? Nothing. So why punish us just before Christmas. Just when the elderly will be posting gifts to their families and so on. Shocking. I guess they have given us six days warning. Still though.
OK going to start dinner. Roast beef roast potatoes carrots and Yorkshire puddings. Later gators. X
Goodness, it’s two in the afternoon and I took to my desk ten minutes ago, today has been one of those days. You know, just a circle of life. I arrived at the bottom of my stairs at ten past eight this morning. One of our dogs had decided to pollute during the earlier hours of the morning. Certainly, not before 6.20 as that was when Teen left for work, so after then and before Hub was welcomed by it at seven this morning. Thankfully his nose saw it before his feet. Haha. He cleaned it up but Mrs semi squeaky clean came and double did the doodle.
I vacuum the floors right through the house downstairs. Then mopped again. Then groomed the wagging one, tidied the upstairs bathroom, and started on the kitchen, then making Teens lunch even though by this point it was just after nine. It would be ready for whenever he came in. Two sweet potatoes with the insides scooped out then filled again with the mince steak from last night topped with Halloumi and put under the grill, then back in the recently turned off oven.
Then to fill the dish washer. Clean the work tops for the second time that day and at this point the doorbell rang. Gosh, yes Bloggets, a delivery person actually rang my door bell. Something unheard of in the Fifi Blogget household. A doorbell at my house, is purely for decoration, and I can tell you Bloggets, it’s blooming ugly!
I stood there with that kind of gormless smile upon my face. Waiting.
And waiting.
Nothing was said though I knew there was someone there because I could hear him breathing as if he had just ran up a huu’uu’uuge hill whilst smoking his millionth cigarettes!
I asked him if he had a parcel for me?
“Yes!”
He replied. Em, Okay, well, where?
“Here, he replied.””
I put my hands out palms facing the Gods. Well, God didn’t help to put it in my hands as they remained empty.
“I can’t see, I’m blind, could you please put it in my hands?”
“Oh, I know you can’t see.””
So, by this point, he still didn’t put anything in my arms. He’s taking the Michael now I thought, then he handed me a small pen and in my other empty hand the machine to sign for it.
Well, that was the first delivery, wait until the next one?
Firstly, was this a parcel for me, from me, to whom? or was it something Hub had sent for or Teen? I put the blank small padded box on the hall table and came in to continue the kitchen work. Then into the dining room. Then there was a knock at my door, just as I ran as fast as a Fifi can run with one leg in action the other having memory problems. It can’t remember how to work. Almost breaking my neck on Waggatails wonderful toys she kindly piled up right in front of the doors leading from the lounge to the hall. Another knock. Gosh, he was coming through? As I turned the key in the lock, my mobile rang. I ignored that. Opening the front door, a man’s voice saying.
“It’s a big one. Very long too!””
Well
What could I say?
Plenty, but dared not.
I certainly have never been told that before on me doorstep!
Ooo it was my extra bit of Christmas. A small white Christmas tree for our dining room. Everything on halt. Into my dining room. Vacuumed the place where it was going to go, then trying to work out how it goes… and for once it all made sense to me.
It’s only small but white and I have red holly berries that light up to go on it.
By the time, I fixed it together, there was tinsel from the start to the end of my dining room.
Of course, furniture has to be moved to accommodate a new tree, more vacuuming. I let Wagga out, then Teen came in for lunch.
Oh, that phone call? I called Hub. It wasn’t him. Any how it was not a good chat with my beloved. Little Fella has to go back to the vet tomorrow. He was sick yesterday, sick today too. He has lost loads of weight. He hasn’t been right since he got back from the vet’s last Friday, mind you he did eat a mohair and suede cussion.
He has also had a nibble on our tree. I know that can kill dogs too. It can cut their insides, as well as the chocolates on the tree. Please if you have a dog, don’t buy those chocolates or sweets for your dog, even if they never touch anything, the temptation to have a taste is too much. Also, a reminder at this time of year again, cocktail sticks? Please get rid if you have a pet. They killed a guide dog a couple of years ago, He swallowed some sticks and they ripped punctured his insides. Tinsel last year another guide dog had to be put to sleep as the tinsel wrapped around the dog’s organs and the poor thing apart from cutting his insides, choked. I put ours on so securely, wrapping the branches around the tinsel so it’s impossible to get off. The trouble is, the so called string? It looks like tinsel, but is short strands of shiny string. I never imagined he would enjoy that as well. He is a right pain. But I adore him and I am worried. Two days of being sick and he has lost so much weight. It’s scrambled eggs for him and the Wagging one tonight as I don’t have rice.
Well, Teen came in, showered, re dressed and ate his lunch. He loved it and ran back to work.
Stupidly I forgot to do the down stair toilet. So I went in there vacuumed the floor then mopped it. Again, having to wash the mop and put it away, again.
We will find out tomorrow if LF will be OK and as far as his leg is concerned, the fluid they took has to be analysed to see if they can culture the fluid? Does that mean take his fluid to the ballet and opera? Haha.
I really wish the dreaded V, word wasn’t mentioned in our house.
Well my phone rang again. OOOOOoooooaoooooooOOOOO I’m totally excited. My new front door was due in January but because of a cancelation, it’s now coming on Thursday.
Our vets are called Churchill vet’s. LF was on my mind. Our window company is called Churchill windows. So I asked should I write the cheque out to Churchill vets?
How blooming embarrassing.
Of course, then I couldn’t just shut up. I had to explain why I called him the vet.
He was very confused.
Oh but the best thing is, we are not getting a letter box fitted on our door. We ordered one, one of those free standing ones because we are fed up of small parcels getting lost and thought that the post people will post through a post box rather than a tiny letter box on a door.
But our post box hasn’t yet been made.
Oops.
Em.
Heck!!!
Well our postal people are going on strike next week for five blooming days. That to me is simply disgusting. So, take it out on the employers, but not the public? What have I done to you? Nothing. So why punish us just before Christmas. Just when the elderly will be posting gifts to their families and so on. Shocking. I guess they have given us six days warning. Still though.
OK going to start dinner. Roast beef roast potatoes carrots and Yorkshire puddings. Later gators. X
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