Well I’m back. I feel totally drained. My mind has so much to do, my body is wanting to sit in a big arm chair, sipping on a cup of tea with a thick delicious bar of chocolate in front of a coal fire, or, sit in a beautiful summer house, in the middle of a stunning peaceful garden with fragrances of lavender blowing in through the open window as the ever so gentle breeze floats by my face creating a lock of my hair to sweep across my cheeks reminding me of the lovely lemon shampoo I’m using right now. The birds will sing and it will sound like water being passed through a Chrystal tube. Silence will enter my mind as I chill. My mind will be clear in my summer house as I take a drink from a tall glass of orange juice with a clink of the ice as it kisses the side of the glass. A freshly sliced lemon will float on top of the dark orange fluid. My shoulders will lower as I begin to relax into my lovely summer house.
But instead, I’m in my living room surrounded by dog toys and furniture that shouldn’t be here. I tell myself, not for long…. It’s the big count down now.
When I was out today I went for a spot of lunch. Sitting in the greasy spoon of a café, that I happen to really like, you get real people in there, with real stories and the staff are lovely. I got talking to a lady who is also getting her kitchen fitted. Her men have been there every day starting at half seven in the morning and leaving at seven at nights. Wow, that’s called dedication. So, seven is her lucky number as today is day seven and it’s all done. Finished. Mind you she didn’t have to get a new ceiling put up then took down in parts then attempted to put back up… Nor did she need a new door. It was a simple out and in job.
Trying to keep awake, Boy Wonder has just come home from work, I have to lift myself up to cook his dinner. Chicken in the oven and I will try, yes, try to turn on the stupid thing we call a hob. Not for long, as I say, the countdown begins, and then I will be cooking on gas.
God help me!
So, I picked my colour for my walls. Describing the colour, I wanted, to the man in the shop who told me on entry he wasn’t allowed to help with colours, in case he describes it wrongly leading me down a path I don’t want to go… I told him to lead away, I wasn’t going to take him to court, I mean, according to boy wonder, I have had walls in my conservatory looking as if someone has been sick on them for some time now, so if someone tells me my walls are awful, I won’t hunt for them. I also said, well if you are not going to help me with the colours, this is going to be an interesting visit?
When it came to payment, I asked him if he would give me a discount? He replied. Only trades people. I replied, can’t you tell, I’m a painter and decorator? Smile. He was a nice guy and soon forgot his rules and told me in a very odd way, what shades he had, not of course going through all the colour chart as you would if you could see, but hey, be grateful Fifi for the two choices that were put before you.
I am happy with my colour. I think it will be lovely. In my mind, I am very happy. What others think? I’m not bothered. My friend had a look and she said it was, nice. I think she was in shock as I told her I was only in the shop ten minutes. She said she has to go to the paint shop, buy samples and come back to get colour charts and buy more samples. Well, I don’t have that gift. Firstly, obviously, I can’t see samples or charts, secondly, it’s difficult enough to get places without making it harder. So, then Boy Wonder came home. Hahahahhaaha. I dared not say anything about the colour… He was happy I was going for a pale blue.
Well I braved it, and he thought I picked white. I have chosen such a light colour perhaps it will look white? Oh heck… My friend said it looks cream, with hints of orange in it, well if that is the case that is exactly what I asked for as he started to mix the paint. I said a dish of oranges with cream poured over. So, you know, the colour cream that I didn’t want?
Well I really wanted a beautiful china blue but blue isn’t blue anymore. I mean this colour is called something really odd like orchar? What the heck is that? So, my friend said cream with hints of orange, orange it is. The colour will look lovely with the buttery cream units and creamy beige flooring. The work tops are white with beige, brown and a dark blue thread.
I had to match with the conservatory as it’s in line with the kitchen. There is a brown leather sofa in there with same colour leather kitchen chairs and there were green plant pots, so, again, orange will really brighten it up…
I can’t believe the price of paint these days. I paid about £25 over the top, if I had gone another few moments I could have saved money, but I try to make life as easy as possible.
BW came in as I said from work, ate his dinner of chicken and pasta, for lunch he had rice and tuna, but I was out then, I prepared it before he left. Me? Some diet crackers and cottage cheese, I liked that on day one and two of my eating plan, Not now.
Hub had his dinner in the hotel. I was glad he bothered this time as often he doesn’t. He is on out of office duty this week, which prohibited him from socialising after work, but I don’t think he was fussed about that as he would have been tired by half six in the evening as had been on the road since ten to seven that morning.
BW went to the gym as always, he trained with his friend, a new pal who I hope will be good for him. He sounds a lovely lad I just hope the other friend doesn’t get the cold shoulder as he is a sweet kid. BW said no way they are best buddies. BW is showing a lot of interest sadly in boxing. I am so against this. My Son is a good-looking man and I am trying to tell him he will end up with a broken nose and how this will affect his good looks as never mind brain damage, that doesn’t bother him as he believes he will be fine but if there is a chance that he will end up with less than perfect looks, I think he may think again. He was approached by someone who has asked him to box for him. I just pray he will say no. So far so good.
Well, not long now before the French elections. Then it’s our turn. Again. I can’t predict France and ours I dare not.
Not long before we have a day with our besties. It’s been too long since we saw them. So, Saturday will be a day of chat catch up and food. Sunday, I hope, will be interesting and Monday? Oh boy, Monday we go again. But this time it’s my lovely joiners turn. Goodbye kitchen for good. With regards to the dodgy builders and the window company? I wouldn’t recommend them at all as though they have recommended the builder to me, they know the mess, not once have they apologised.
As for the parcel I sent to our friends for their birthday? Ha-ha, where is it? Goodness only knows. Herme’s took it I do have a receipt, but where is it now? I have tried to track it, and it just says it’s with them, very nice, but I need it to be with our friends? No mention of when it’s getting delivered.
Just before I go some words.
A woman is sitting in her hotel room. A knock at the door, she answers it to see a man she has never seen before. He says. “Sorry Madam I have made a mistake. I thought this was my room.” He went down the corridor and in the lift. The woman phoned security. What made the woman so suspicious of the man?
Answer
Come on, read it again and try to guess?
Go on, put yourself in her shoes, why would you be suspicious of the man?
Okay, I have teased you enough, see if you are right?
(You don’t knock on your own hotel room door)
And finally. For now. Smile.
A King has no children as no queen so he doesn’t know who to leave his riches to. He calls for all the children to come to him and gives them all a seed. He tells them which ever child has the largest plant in the pots he handed out with the seeds, would get his wealth.
After some time, all the children were called back to bring their pots with their plants in.
He ended up giving his gold to the little girl with the empty plant pot. Why?
Answer?
I didn’t get this one. Did you?
(Because the King gave out fake seeds)
Hahahaha. I loved that one.
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