I was so on glad I payed €35 extra for the installation and building of the sofa. It took the pros nearly 2 hours.
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.
But it was goooood; and I ate toooo much!!!
I was introduced to this app while in Denmark. ‘TooGoodToGo’ and it’s absolutely brill.
My friend Whita bought from the local supermarket’s baker, via her app, a goody-bag for 25.-DKr (approx £2.50)
5 breads, 4 tea cakes, 1 winerbrøds stang (a danish pastry 45cm long) the value of all of that would cost roughly 200.-DKr.
A Zebra dies and arrives at the Pearly Gates… As he enters, he asks St. Peter, ‘I have a question that’s haunted me all of my days on earth.
Am I white with black stripes, or am I black with white stripes?’
St. Peter said, ‘That’s a question only God can answer.’
So, the zebra went off in search of God.
When he found Him, the zebra asked, ‘God, please – I must know Am I white with black stripes, or am I black with white stripes?’
God simply replied ‘You are what you are.’
The zebra returned to see St. Peter once more, who asked him, ‘Well, did God straighten out your query for you?’
The zebra looked puzzled… ‘No sir, God simply said ‘You are what you are.”
St. Peter smiled and said to the zebra, ‘Well then, there you are. You are white with black stripes…’
The zebra asked St. Peter, ‘How do you know that for certain?’
‘Because,’ said St. Peter, ‘If you were black with white stripes, God would have said, ‘You is what you is..’
WARNING: If you laugh at this, Al Sharpton, Jesse Jackson, Rev Wright and Obama will be comin after yo white ass!!!
As of today, I am no longer the owner of this vintage traveling trunk.
I sold it to my Handyman who came this morning to do a lot of work; but we decided to wait with most of the items on my list until after DJH has finished their work. He did though make the ceiling in my downstairs cupboard good; and between us we managed to remove the air went pipe bend from that cupboard. I feel tempted to use it as a flower pot holder in the garden.