Good morning all, from a Glasgow, where it’s pleasant enough. No rain, that's all I'm bothered about.
DH is planning to paint the stairs and bannister, so I have been given fair warning to get downstairs ASAP or I will be trapped upstairs all day.
I can’t use the stairs without using the handrail and have worn some of the paint away, hence the need for re-painting. It’s so much easier to do when we have no DGD running about.
That was the excuse I used to push him to doing it , otherwise it will be Christmas before he gets around to it.
I have been sowing the seeds to do this in his mind for weeks, I’m an old hand at this psychology lark.
I may try out some new recipes, using yeast. I have gone from having no bread flour to having enough to supply Tesco, Morrisons, and the rest! Both DD and DIL have been picking it up whenever they saw it. However, until last night , I hadn’t the heart to hurt their feelings, ( they were so excited at sourcing it) and tell them I now had a stockpile, as they thought they were helping.....?
Later, a wee hour spent in the garden after Doctor’s, if I don’t allow myself to be seduced by Fr Brown, hopefully the day will pass quite quickly.
I will loiter in the front garden in the hope that one of my neighbours is about. Socialising is the thing I miss most during Lockdown, apart from being with my DGD.
You may remember the incident with the nasty neighbour calling the police on the whole cul de sac.
He actually had the nerve to speak to visitors the other day and holding his baby out the window to a man and his children!! ? Do as I say, not as I do!
Anyway I digress, as usual.
My daughter was telling me that her fiancé had sent
something for my birthday to our house, but it had gone missing.
They tracked it and apparently it had been delivered and a man called John (not his real name), had signed for it. This is the name of the nasty neighbour. ?
Knowing what had happened previously, DD insisted her fiancé call DPD and insist that, because I was sheilding, the driver should go back, retrieve the parcel and deliver it to me, as I was certainly at home when it was supposed to have been delivered.
I think she was afraid of a number of things:
1. No sign of the parcel, so he must have kept it
2. If I went out of the house to retrieve it, I was at risk
3. I may say something to him about the police visit, I later regretted in court (I have a fiery temper, red hair and all that goes with it) and it would be used in evidence against me. (He is a policeman).
DD's fiancé duly phoned the company to complain. It turned out that the parcel hadn't even been dispatched yet and he had been given the wrong tracking number for it. ?
There was no delivery to John. All that anxiety for nothing!
((Hugs)) to all who are struggling, I know there are many.
Hoping for better news of Gilly and Dragonfly.