I had checked online if Morrisons had any food stock, according to their website they had everything. But alas, they didn’t have any vegetables, they did though have one type of potatoes.
Not solely by myself, but as my garden lady has stopped for winter I asked if I could hire her for a heavy-duty lifting job, to which she agreed.
I didn’t take a picture before she started, but this is what’s either going to the Skip, Freegle, Nextdoor or belonging to DJKA.
Everything in the foreground (bar the green barrel) is for charity i.e. Freegle and Nextdoor. The green barrel has been stored near the camper. The rest is for the Skip. 1½ car load and there is way more to go.
I was glad that Sarah loaded and unloaded my car.
Now all I have to do is getting pictures and advertising everything on the web.
Sadly, I had to put things back into my garage for storage until people come and collect. I also placed my economic electric heater to get rid of some of the dampness. I can’t remember when I last had that much floor space in the garage-extension.
My gardener was here the other day and she found this snail nursery; don’t tell me that 13 is an unlucky number (but for the snails to-be it was)
And a little later she found this snail kindergarten/graveyard:
there were also two baby frogs – and I think they ate all ‘the kids and the teacher’ in the kindergarten, because of all the empty houses. Sorry frogs; but the evidence had to be destroyed, so no more easy dinner, but there are enough other snails in my garden, I just can’t show you the way!
The arm-sling is off and it found its way to the dustbin. I think we were maximum 5 minutes with the doctor, who looked at the scar poked a bit and checked my movements showed me the x-rays of the new shoulder, and answered 4 of 5 questions, wrote my release from surgery note and a referral note to the physio department.
The last question was “when can I start driving again”?
This is depending on the physio from MK-hospital.
I had my shoulder replacement on the 24th of June, all went well, but I had to stay at the hospital for 9 days until a bed was available in a convalescent home.
I was so lucky to get a placement at Waterhall Care Home in Bletchley. The food was quite good and it was definitely way better than hospital food. The place was absolutely fantastic – a generous single room with an on suite bathroom, shower & wc – and with 24/7 nursing/careers at hand and a daily physio who helped speed up my mobility and strengthen my arm muscles, plus assuring me that the pain I sometimes felt was not a warning of a possible dislocation. He was very understanding and caring. The carers were always happy and friendly, even when run off their feet. Their title fully described them as they were making each patient feel special. The fortnight I stayed there just flew away.
The stitches/clips (32 of them) came out on the 9th, the plaster came off on the 13th, I was released from the care home on the 17th and my post-op-appointment – with the surgeon/specialist who performed the operation – is on the 1st August when the sling will come off. I hope to be able to use my arm by then and maybe get permission to drive.
Most of all I am so grateful to my friends – HC, DJKA, VR & PO – who were doing all the running around getting me this & that. Also a very special thanks to my ICE person who is now looking after me until the post-op appointment.
I am a happy pampered bunny.
Today i came across two (new) words – that I hadn’t heard before. So, unlucky you here I am sharing them with you.
Thesaurus: synonyms and related words
Thesaurus: synonyms and related words
I was doing a little de-cluttering and came across a diary belonging to my mother and while looking through the book I noticed that I actually could read her writing. I have always said that I couldn’t read her handwriting but … while reading I noticed some of my own handwriting at the desk and I think this is why I can read my mothers handwriting.
My writing is to the right – talk about growing to become a mirror of your parents.
I am slightly fed up with 2018. I am wondering what more this year can throw at me.First there was the water damage that forced me and my cat out of my house for one month while the building recovery firm made my house liveable again. While we were in exil, I decided to pop over to Denmark for a short week.
When Coco and I came back home, I had to find someone to do my garden. The lady I found (temporarily only) came with me – to check the flat – in Spain. It had become a dump! Grrrr.
We spend the whole week cleaning the flat for the next lodgers.
I manage to organise that the flat got painted from top to bottom, incl. the outside balcony rails and fixing this and that that had been left and not fixed; like the air-con that had never been serviced.
When I got home I wrote a “Dear John” letter to the keyholder and sacked him.
Luckily, I had another key-holder lined up.
I will meet her in October when I am returning to Spain to finish refurbishing the flat (new sofa, armchair, dishwasher …).
And the saga goes on and on, but I wont bore you any further.
There was a person parking on my garage forecourt Sunday-Monday.
I had a doctors appointment at 10am and couldn’t get out of my garage.
I had never seen that car in the area before, so I didn’t know where it came from.
Anyway I got a taxi to and from the surgery and when I was back home the car had gone.
But low and behold, at 2pm the car was back! Swear, swear … more swear!
So I checked online what I could do and everything I read was contradictory.
Hence me writing the following words, printing them and sticking the print onto the windscreen.
Private property of number 31
Please DO NOT PARK here ever again
You owe me £6 for taxi as I couldn’t get my car out this morning
After which the car disappeared.
When I got home late Thursday-Friday night, I found a letter in my letterbox with £20 and a letter from the guilty person:
Dear no. 31,
I extend my sincerest apologies for parking across your garage a couple of days ago.
I mistakenly thought it was part of no.30, but it was gross misjudgement on my part. Your actions were completely justified.
Please accept this as my goodwill gesture to you. I hope it helps bury the hatchet. It’ll never happen again.
You owe me £6 for a taxi, as I couldn’t get my car out this morning.
I can only say many thanks the the owner of the car for his/hers kind gesture.