Up with the larks as my Dad used to say. A busy morning is
planned and then out to a busy afternoon that wasn’t, planned.
Our house wakes up normally about the time I’m just starting
to go to sleep… And then it is like a train station. Hub and our Son get up really
early, or at the same time, and then we have defrosting the car moment. Sometimes
BW stays at his gf’s so he comes home even earlier, to make his breakfast and
lunch for work.
Because we have wood
floors, the thud of footsteps beneath me is really loud. Footsteps up and down
the stairs internal doors opening and closing, Hubs coffee machine and dishes
in the kitchen. Dog bells from their collars and this is before those blooming
larks start to sing. Actually, what does a lark’s song sound like? Haha, never
heard one, well I have to check this out, hang on a mo jo.
Alright, I’m back after searching the sound of a lark. I have
to say the example I found on UTube wasn’t exactly a sweet song. Two notes and
so, monotonous. That’s a good word to spell, monotonous, four O’s. I guess if
there wasn’t a repeat of letters, it wouldn’t be monotonous? ()
Hub is in our home town working today but won’t be home
until eight tonight. BW’s working over time again, too, so a late dinner for us
all. Good job as not sure I will be back until after four.
Browsing the areas to live and keep coming back to
Tynemouth, a beautiful part of the country to live. Not far from where I come
from. I would love to live near the sea. Just the smell of the ocean and the
sound of the sea bashing against the rocks. In summer the children screaming
with laughter on the sand. But my Husbands perfect house would be in the middle
of nowhere. And he brought me to a city? Haha. I gently remind him of that when
we are trying to enjoy an afternoon in the sun in summer when we are breathing
in fumes and having to wear special ear protection…. Well, not quite… not with the
ear muffs but we do breathe in awful fumes.
Hmm… who knows where our future will end up? One day we will
just find the perfect place when the time is right. A two-bedroom bungalow would
do me nice. Only trouble is, two bed bungalows Are so small. I loved my last
house so much. I miss that house. My Son loves it here though he says he is
delighted to have moved from Northumberland. He is a city boy. I’m not really
sure why either. It worries me that our future grandchildren will be brought up
with this awful air.
I’m trying to find out for Dear friend and Blogget Carrie if
there is a RP convention in America this year? If you know, please can you let
me know? Not the social event but the actual convention where there are
speakers discussing latest research etc. I have asked loads of people and even
Googled it, but can’t seem to find anywhere.
I’m sure you will have heard of a good luck four leaf
clover? Did you know that only one in ten thousand clovers have four leaves. It
could be the result of a recessive gene, a somatic mutation, the influence of
the environment or a combination of all three. And I guess that is why it’s
called a good luck four leaf clover, as it’s rare so if you find one, it’s lucky.
Hub was telling me yesterday that he was reading about a
lift/elevator, that had gone very wrong and took the people screaming up and
down thirty times. Oh, my goodness, that freaked Hub out, he hates lifts. Sorry
for my readers who are not English, elevators…. And then today I was reading
about a poor cleaner in America who was trapped in her bosses lift all weekend….
Hopefully not with her boss? That’s so
wrong. (On so many levels)
Smile of the day, did you hear about the lady who got sacked
from her job in a calendar factory? All she did was take a day off.
After yesterdays blog on funny signs. “I saw a sign for a burial
plot, and I thought to myself. That’s the last thing I need.””
Since I started to write this, Steve has given this
information in a group I’m in.
The next FFB Visions conference is in June 2020.
OK, going to get ready for the office. X
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