Soop's Kitchen Extension

Well! That was 1000! I'm still here!

Someone else can.

Not?

Perhaps?

Should I?

Can I?

I shall leave the key to the new extension with our Nellie. Should I not be available tomorrow [date with bags] please make yourselves at home. Remember please, we have a smart Aga in the new extension. No need for anyone to feel chilled. A large carrot cake waiting to be enjoyed and plenty of hot toddies for any of my pals with a runny nose.

bags I'll be there...

Hasn't a lot of stuff happened in my absence. I raise my hat to all of you who are having a few wee difficulties to cope with. You tackle such things with good humour. Alie icy and nellie Lona

Gally I'm with bags...you are a soppy 'a'p'orth but lovely with it

Last night was nowhere near as tiring as the previous sleep-over with the lonely, wee dog. We got along famously. He's a Pomeranian and looks a lot like a big ball of fluffy knitting wool. In the early hours, he stood four paws firm on my tummy. He made a particular woofy sound, that indicates his need for water. I stretched out my arm and retrieved the wide-lipped special tumbler from the bedside table. He remained standing on me as he lapped the water from the container. This wee episode made me giggle. After which, we settled down and had a good nights sleep.

Mr soop arrived at breakfast time with a bowl of porridge and a banana. When he left, I did a few more jobs and finally sat down in the comfy chair, dog on my lap, four legs uppermost, head in lolling over-hang mode and we both had a pleasant nap. Owners will be home at teatime. All will be well.

Rory made a vague effort to welcome me home. When it dawned on him that he wasn't going to have a second lunch, he went on a walkabout.

No need to fret. The larger kitchen extension is ready and waiting. I've added some modular furniture. The sofa is surprisingly vast. I'm determined to make certain that there is plenty of room for all my lovely Granspals. The more the merrier.

soop, big for tomorrow.

gally, you're a daft 'a'p'orth! What are you?

(not for driving your friend)

I am on a gradual count down for departure, but seem unable to actually do anything. I think my-get-up-and-go got-up-and-went. I know I am on track for an 11th hour melt down . I only have 2 rooms left to clean, the rubbish to take to the tip, the packing, the writing of lists for my house sitter and then the last minute washing and bed making so instead of being busy I am, this afternoon, driving an 'elderly' friend to her dentist 40 miles away as she is unable to drive in the dark. I know I will return home and sit down and do b*****r all for the rest of the day. Oh well, c'est la vie.
Soop I hope you will soon be back in your own bed and have a good night's kip without doggie disturbances

I slept surprisingly well and only woke up at 6am ish needing a pee. Only then did the buzzing worries come back. It's usually 2 or 3 am.

If I get my head around it I might throw my worries out to the views of other better brains. I am too addled to deal with it by myself.

I am sure others know what I mean by this, I need help to iron my brain out.

Icy Yes a pinkish stripey clematis.

Alie you're nearly over that great big hill now! Can't believe how you've endured it all this time, but let's hope you'll be able to relax soon

I have my appetite back, and some hot buttered toast with a cup of coffee would be lovely, thankyou.

I've had my cereal but now I'm here I am tempted by that buttered toast. Please!

I'm coming for breakfast! Coffee please for me. Had to get things sorted out last night after builders all day. Including my head.
Hope all your worries are getting sorted, folks.

I had worries for weeks, and now I have a builder, I have STRESS.
I hate people around my house all the time! I had half my blinds down at the back yesterday, now they are moving to the front. Only half - I don't mind if they can see into some rooms, but my bedroom and workroom are private.
This afternoon I go singing anyway, if they are finished or not. They can come through the passage and I will leave them the makings of tea/coffee.

It's relatively ok I suppose except that there has already been a little hike on the price for extra materials.....which my subconscious exaggerated and I woke up singing a song in my head that I haven't heard for years - 'Pay me my money down'.....know the next line?

But I can relax here for a bit. Ah, coffee - thankyou.

I hope you've calmed a little from that worry state icy and nellie, it really is pointless, but so hard to stop, as I know only too well.
I hope you slept well in this lovely, relaxing kitchen.

I've made some tea and a pot of fresh coffee, and the toast and butter is nearly done.
I'm counting my blessings today, it helps me to stop panicking!

I've been dozing in the corner of the sofa and listening in occasionally. Nellie and Icy, I hope you both resolve your worries. I'm quite capable of getting depressed without any worries! Just going to creep under my brand new duvet and sleep off my sore throat.

Nelliemoser (is that a clematis?) you and me both. I am having a worriting session and can't calm my brain down. I thought it might be good to mooch around in Soop's kitchen here and hope there would be a spare throw to snuggle under. Why do things nag on and on and keep winding one up, when all my common sense tells me to pull myself together. I hope you manage to drop off soon.

Charleygirl Fear not! For glad tidings shall be unto all GNrs.

There is one waiting in the wings already! Soop's kitchen extension 2.

It will come online in 17 posts time.

I have come in tonight for some calm. I am feeling anxious about various ill defined family things. I need to switch off my overactive overanxious brain right now. I have brought my lovely recliner chair with me and a good duvet see you in the morning.

Soop have you made arrangements for another extension to be built? Planning permission will not be a problem and it will be built in a jiffy. Do we need another sofa do you think? I hope that it will not be too far from the kitchen as sustenance will still be required.

That poor little dog, he will not know what is happening, thinking that he has been deserted by his owners. His little eyes will light up when he sees them, is it Wednesday evening? You will not be sorry to sleep in your own bed. Is Rory allowed to join you?

Love your Scottish photos. I have spent many yearly holidays in Scotland and my Son, his Wife and their three children live up there now in the Highlands. My OH Grandfather came from Rosemarkie, so feel it is our home.
Luxury kitchen there !

Love your Scottish photos. I have spent many yearly holidays in Scotland and my Son, his Wife and their three children live up there now in the Highlands. My OH Grandfather came from Rosemarkie, so feel it is our home.
Luxury kitchen there !

Thanks for the break.
They have all GONE - three gutter men and one gardener.....quiet at last.
I have gutter at the back, that's one third of it......
Next installment tomorrow.

I'm cold and tired and am going to have a baked potato and mince in front of the fire. Bye for now.

that should read Dr Karg's multi-seeded biscuit.

Good afternoon dear Granspals...'though it is rather grey and murky outside.

I am well and truly cream crackered. Like OGM the wee elderly dog kept me awake for most of the night. He's a sweetie, but since his pal of many years drowned in the fish pond, he's feeling lonesome and needs bags of reassurance in his owners' absence.

I am very fond of my own bed. The moment my head hits the pillow, I'm away in slumberland. Not last night though...a strange bed in a strange house [with it's various creaks and sighs] and the company of a woolly coated dog who insisted on lying across me [or else] and snoring like an underground train rushing through a tunnel, made sleep nigh on impossible. Every time I needed a wee, the dog accompanied me. Because his joints are old he then took an age to settle down in a comfortable position when back on the bed. All manoeuvres, including mine, done with much huffing and puffing. He did ask for a drink...and yes, he did sip water from his own wide-lipped tumbler! I had a very small, inexpensive radio with me. It worked if I held it...otherwise, it crackled and popped alarmingly. At one point, in the early hours, the dialogue changed from English to the Gaelic language. As it was the only working channel, I stuck with it...and understood just one word - agus [and!]

This morning the wee dog lay at my feet, on his blanket, during an extended session of ironing. If I moved to hang a garment on the rail, he accompanied me. He's missing his family and I wish to goodness that I could make him understand that, on Wednesday evening, they will be home again...and all will be well.

Mr soop joined me at breakfast time. We return to care for the wee dog later this afternoon. One more night of restlessness to live through. All in a good course.

Now for a delicious cup of coffee and a Dr Largs multi-seeded biscuit, topped with tuna fillets in olive oil. Followed by a crunchy Cox's apple.