Soop's Extended Extension.

Nearly bedtime, well past it actually, just want to add my two pen'oth! Chemicals (for cleaning) under the sink, reinforcements in the garage. Those for regular use (who am I kidding) in a large wicker basket to enable transportation from room to room. Oddly the basket moves around the house, from room to room, without any of it's contents being disturbed! It's the intention that counts
Hoping all you poorly ones are well on the mend
G'night all.

OGM I have cleaning 'stuff' which gathers dust! . for you rose. breath in..two, three, four and out ...two three, four. Would perhaps have been better to swallow the wine first though .

soop - after a bit of googling it seems the Italian version of Denis is Dionigi or Dionisio. Amazing the things I've learned from Gransnet!
Goodnight for now

<fans self> ooh Gally! This is getting quite steamy!

[sigh] If only! Just in the imagination of a 60 something widow
Going with my 81 year old neighbour to see The Book Thief this afternoon so that should bring me down to earth!

OGM You are such fun. Always manage to put a smile on my face.

Oh, Bellasnan I like Dionisio. Clever of you to translate for us.

Soutra Our Gally never ceases to surprise me.

When I logged on I thought...I wonder what the gadabout of Grans will be doing today. I do NOT need to clean the hoose. It's spotless...thanks to not knowing whether glassortwo may happen to be driving through Kintyre. She had a day out in Oban. That's a good 90 miles from here. I'm sure she'll have loved staying in Inveraray. She was going to have tea in The George [a favourite meeting place for bags and me.

Since I can no longer safely climb the loft ladder, MacSporran is adapting a piece of redundant wood which, in due course, will form a suitable surface in the computer room, on which I can spread art utensils and happily paint pictures. He's a sweetie. Don't let on...

Soop getting into our loft demands a great deal of upper body strength and balance. The ladder which would enable easy access is buried behind detritus in the garage. The ladder in use is too short so......
one climbs to the top of the ladder, places hands on loft opening and hoists onself up,
I have told the OG that I am not prepared to risk life and limb any more.
This is a bad idea as the loft could end up like the garage, with the OG in charge!

OGM I would love to be a fly on the wall when you are twixt top of ladder and loft opening
We cleared out absolutely everything from our attic a few months before J died which was soooo lucky as I cannot/will not go in there. Far too high and I can't stand the 'wiggling the leg to find the top rung of the ladder' bit in order to descend. It's amazing what one finds hidden away behind the cold water tank and the chimney breast

Too late soop, McSporran knows we all think he is a sweetie too!

I'm so looking forward to a trip up to Oban soon. We go to a restaurant on the pier called EE-USK. who serve delicious freshly caught fish.

Now then...which one of you lot shamed inspired me to turf out all the cleaning/polishing/scouring stuff cluttering the space under the kitchen sink and under a cupboard in the utility room? My bet's on that OGM I did a half-hearted clear out no so long ago. Jeepers! The stuff one tucks away..."just in case"...

Rory decided it was an appropriate opportunity to sit on the utility door mat and gaze out at the beyond. That meant that he was under my feet big-time. I discovered a ball that we had bought for him. It was very dusty. I washed it. I gave it to him. He stared. He sniffed. He ignored it. It went back, minus the fluff.

Then of course, I was on a roll. I decided that every item under the sink had to be sorted and wiped and rehoused in order of usage. That meant that the kitchen floor was strewn with detritus. Rory thought it a good idea to sit on the cleaning cloths.

MacSporran returned from the shop. I gave him stuff that he'd tucked away...nuts, bolts, hinges. They have gone into the shed. He made my pot of coffee [bless] and suggested that I come to chat with my Granspals. To be honest, he wanted to get off into the loft. Viking have just delivered an electric drill. When he was attempting to construct my work bench, his elderly drill died on him.

Yes, Gally the last step on the ladder is scary. What with my dickie back and dodgy hips, the final heave-up is precarious. Do tell, what was it you found behind the water tank? We're nosy intrigued. Ten years ago, when I managed the shop in Fowey, I would climb in and out of the window and display heavy quilts and such, without a wince. The shop was at the foot of a steep hill. I marched up it at the close of day. Sigh!

Agus I shall pass you message on to MacSporran. He'll becomingly. Friends of ours love the restaurant you mention. When we were last in Oban, we hoped to have lunch there. It was closed. That was about a month ago. I seem to remember that it was to be open again very soon.

I've been sorting and chucking as well, soop. Mr.F wondered if grandmothers experience the nesting process as well as a two-day-overdue-pregnant daughter-in-law.

ffinnochio...I wouldn't be surprised.

Agus Passed on your comment to MacSporran and as predicted, he becomingly.

Very wet today [the weather] and grey with it. I'm revving up for my onslaught in the bathroom cupboards. Although I started the day in a go-slow frame of mind, I haven't done too badly so far. I do believe that doing anything, no matter how boring, is a spirit lifter. Do any of my Granspals agree? Or, am I an odd-ball?

Not odd soop - makes complete sense to me.

Ooomph! Can I flop on the settee? DD and the two DGDs have just departed. I can now wrest my iPad back instead of playing games on it with DGD 1.
I'm exhausted!

and for you Galen

You are all making me feel I shall have to tackle my cupboards when I get back to Malta. I'm an awful procrastinator.

I agree with you soop - sometimes it takes an effort to push yourself into action but it definitely lifts the spirits once you've achieved something, no matter how small.

Yesterday was spent cuddling a very poorly DGD - she has pneumonia and on top of that had an allergic reaction to the medicine she was given, poor mite.She's perked up a bit today.
I attempted a run on DD2's treadmill this a.m. Managed half an hour but it is much tougher than my cross-trainer at home. How is your exercise bike? Still clonking?!

Weather here is miserable so it will be another day indoors trying to resist the cake smells from DD2's kitchen.

Best wishes to all

Scarlet fever is on the up round here! Do you believe, in all my years of GP I never saw one. DGD's play group has 3 cases! Watch this space!

Bellasnana I do hope your little dgd feels better soon,poor thing.

soop all this domestic activity has rubbed off onto me, and I'm in the middle of sponging scrubbing gently a beautiful silk rug, which is looking a little grubby.
When I had it cleaned professionally a good few years ago, it cost £100,so that's not happening again!
I'm fairly sure that I won't be able to move my arm and shoulder too well tomorrow

You lot are putting me to shame. I am just thinking about it, I have not actually done anything. I appear to be married to my washing machine, we have superb weather here at present and as it is likely to be 16C on Sunday, I may consider washing the odd net curtain. Everything else needs to be dry cleaned and I have not taken out a mortgage to cover that. My minor problem is reaching them but there is a way around most things but hopefully not via A&E!

soop sorry to hear that the weather in your neck of the woods is so awful. It was nippy here first thing but spring is definitely on my doorstep today.

Galen I am amazed that you never saw a case of scarlet fever.

Hello DebnCreme lovely to have you call by.

ffinnochio

Bellasnana I'm sorry to hear that your granddaughter is poorly. Bless her. It's bad enough to have pneumonia but so much worse when an allergic reaction kicks in. Lots of cuddles are in order. Come on now...half an hour on a treadmill is excellent. My exercise bike still clonks. It really puts me off...

Lona Well done. You've saved yourself a hack of a lot of cash. You may be right about paying the price in muscle stiffness. But hey...well worth the effort.

Charleygirl do take care when reaching high and risking a tumble. I believe that the good weather is coming our way at the weekend. Although it isn't raining, it is awfully misty.

Galen dear...sit yourself down and relax a while. I shall make a and find you a dark chocolate ginger biscuit. You sound like you deserve it.

I was 4 years old when I went to Daventry Isolation Hospital with scarlet fever. Remember being alone in a darkened room. I wet the bed Parents only allowed to view me through a window in the door. Our home was fumigated. I also developed some strange thing in my leg that caused weakness and wore a brace for a wee while. All so very long ago.

Off to do the usual late afternoon jobs. Be kind to each other. I shall return tomorrow.

Morning soop
After a very wet start the sun is now shining and I'm pleased to say that I can still use my right arm after all my scrubbing!

I'm attending a friend's mum's funeral at lunch time, but looking forward to later this afternoon, when dgd is coming to stay overnight!
and [exhausting]

I may need a comfy chair and a large coffee tomorrow morning

soop, I had the same awful experience of being separated from my parents when I had pneumonia at the age of six - three weeks, over Christmas. Ever since, I have had a fear of being alone at Christmas. On the plus side, I came home as an excellent and voracious reader and have never looked back. I'm so glad that they don't do this to children and parents any more.

I heard of another case of scarlet fever on Wednesday from a granny I know, very worrying

My DC had what was termed 'scarletina' years ago, they said then that it was a milder form of scarlet fever that had evolved. Do you know if the present form is scarlet fever or scarletina? Did you come across scarletina Galen ( or was it called that so as not to worry parents?)

Don't work too hard all of you.
Hope the little DGD is better soon, Bellasnana.

I'm off to the seaside for the weekend, hoping for walks on the beach, wellies packed. Woo hoo!!

Poor wee soul Bella. I hate it when they are not well and 'hingy' (washed out) as our old fashioned nursing tutor used to call it.

Apart from the money saved Lona, I often feel I can do a better job myself and find that quite satisfying.

As you say soop I do feel better when I get a specific job out of the way and generally keeping things in order. Can't stand living in a guddle.

I remember my parents talking about having scarlet fever when they were children and being hospitalised in isolation wards. They had never been away from their parents before and found it quite traumatic.