Panache Never, ever a stranger!
Good to see your poor, weary fingers managed to let us know the very mixed news from your abode. Thank you. We all care so much about you and MrP.
How lovely that you won the raffle and were able to treat the carers. Were you able to sneak just a smidgen for yourself?
Doodle It's not so much playing it down as living the family motto, 'Never give up, never give in'. One day I may have to but not today
Now, about this rope - was it you or the Flymo tied to it?
Was this an invention in case you went off piste as it were, or should those words be reversed?
Nfk What a lovely Easter you had; how nice to see your family and play Easter bunnies with the eggs .
I have a feeling the screeching, swearer was a druggie; they can kick off at anything.
Grammaretto Your painter has no excuse; all paint shops have computerised colour matching mixers these days.
No, I don't have arnica, nor can I get into the bush to find Kowhai but to tell the truth, I haven't time to make a salve anyway. It's not that bad really.
Jan16 Are your squirrels red ones? Nutkin can be No. 2 squirrel.
I used to have goats. They are experts at:
1. getting stuck and/or entangled in anything, especially in the middle of the night, usually in wet and stormy weather.
Our dear old Julius, managed to get the loop of his collar stuck to the electric fence and at 3am I heard his pitiful, electrocuted crying and dashed out - in my nightie - to free him - during Cyclone Bola. It was a shocking task to get him free.
2. Escaping from whatever super-secure enclosure you think you've devised.
When I was a member of the Kumeu Small Landowners Association, we had an education campaign to try to prevent owners tying goats on grass verges and using them as mowers, especially without any shelter (goats hate rain).
They will only live on a diet of just grass if forced to do so.
Goats, unlike sheep, are browsers, so Mamissimo's French goats had the ideal life, able to find mixed foliage, medication and herbs.
Goats know Willow is calming and healing and my poor old goat dashed to the Willow tree after his electric fence experience.
All change at 4425:
Anna isn't coming for lunch today Computer issues at work need solving - so we'll have lunch tomorrow.
I made and decorated 24 buns this morning (I do not like "cupcakes" unless I make them in cups) which Ali will, I hope, take to my mechanic.
He's just found her a very rare tyre after her own man said there were none in NZ and she'd have to wait 6 months!
If she forgets to call in, and that wouldn't surprise me, my DS will take them on Friday.
I usually make something nice for the boys in the workshop, they do over and above what most car workshops do.
Then Annie, who was coming from Tauranga on Saturday rang to say her elderly Poppa is in hospital so she might not make it. I advised her not to even try. It's a long way (205km) to dash back if he takes a turn for the worse.
But, fingers crossed, it's still all on for the new computer on Friday. I've probably jinxed it by writing that!
I had a lovely surprise yesterday when my grand-daughter (who also lives 200+km away) popped in unexpectedly and stayed all afternoon.
She wants us to take a road trip, so once my purple knees and gashed shins have gone, we'll plan that.
She's just begun a 2 year course as a Quantity Surveyor, so The Trip will be in the uni holidays.
They say it's a Chinese curse, "May you live in interesting times" but to me it's an absolute delight, I never know what's going to happen next, even after 74 years.
The best laid plans aft gang agley said Rabbie and he was right.
Keep smiling you lot