Monday 26 August 2019

Heat

So its season of mists, spiders and heat . 6am and im plodding up and down the path outside trying to stop my back spasming, the world is gorgeous in that brief span of time . The flying currants are back big time so im gargling fly spray .  My daughter came and stole her cat , so now my morning walk companion is missing as the other two are sulking over her going , Big Doris has left the building . She will be sadly missed.
Meanwhile in my role as cat lady , we have one on loan , a little half grown ginger and white girl . The neighbours having bogged off on the lash all weekend leaving her a bowl of food in the porch that being a greedy wee thing she will have eaten ten minutes after they left  , shes now been here for three days , currently sat purring at my feet very grateful for her breakfast , shes not staying,the neighbours kids love her to death , but with it being doors and windows open weather she can potter in and out with my other part time lodgers .
The house move is proving to be chaos , im sure my daughter and the munchkin have been living in a tardis it seems to be endless van loads plus theres tons of furniture she doesnt want and when its empty it all needs decorating . Then theres the challenge of getting sarcastic son to move into the house properly , hes on the mild end of the autistic spectrum and has had a lot of mental health problems in the last year, hes loves his bolt hole in the brick shed , mainly because he doesnt cope well with noise , but in another week or so they will be gone and the noise will be pretty much gone. Not sure how i will cope with the silence but im sure he will love it .
Garden chores will begin in earnest in the next few days once the weather breaks a bit , far to hot to be tackling much outside , i managed an afternoon crocheting in the garden parked in the shade listening to the crickets yesterday, i have a cunning plan for the conifers , so if you never hear from me again you know it went badly...lol 

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  1. The heat is exhausting isn't it.

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    1. dramatic storms last night were wonderful a good nights sleep works miracles

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  2. Its definitely warmer today Kate, at least we had a breeze yesterday. I'm so jealous of people who can crochet, my hands won't go where I want them too. There is a class in the town every so often. When I feel up to it I'm going to go to see if they can do something with me. I'm blogging again and this is my new address:

    frugalinessex1.blogspot.com

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    1. i find crochet much easier on the hands it doesnt have to be complex , i rarely knit these days , though id quite like to have gone to my grave having managed a matching pair of socks . welcome back chuck

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