I am thinking, for today’s blog, a few updates on Significant Current Events.
Did somebody suggest I didn’t have
anything else to write about, just at this moment! Oh, how right you are!
Nevertheless there have been Important Developments on every front so before I get all
caught up in tonight’s World Cup footie game, which we will be watching with Matt And Jackie Next Door, I will try to recap. Feel free to skip over any paragraphs pertaining to matters in which you have no interest. I won’t mind at all.
The Baby Gull with whose antics I regaled you a couple of weeks back is still up on the roof of Next-Door-But-One’s house, screeching away as if positively inviting
unwelcome attentions from predators. His parents have clearly woken up to their responsibilities towards their reckless off-spring and now take it in turns to perch uncomfortable on the chimney pot where they can mount guard over him. He is much bigger and
stronger but still adorably fluffy - and still intent on showing off by parading across the roof-top.
I have taken my Paperwork Project just about as far
as I can and have reduced the tsunami to a lagoon. My friend and choir partner, Sue, has come to my rescue - she has a cabin in her garden in which she says, generously, she will be able to store all our Singing for Pleasure paperwork along with various garden
toys kept there for the pleasure visiting grandchildren. I rather think I need a cabin in my garden; on my next trip to the Garden Centre, I took a wander around the Sheds and Summerhouse Display, just for the fun of it. No, I didn’t buy myself a cabin,
though I did invest in another reel of double-sided sticky tape from Hobbycraft.
Yes, indeed, that is what might be called a seamless segue into my next update:
I have finally completed my Golden Wedding Scrapbook. It’s only taken me two years. So pleased am I with my efforts (I know it’s not perfect but I do think it sums up the day rather well) that I have started on another scrapbook project, starting
with a trip to Tesco’s where I had dozens of photographs printed out from our Ruby Wedding which was - as any mathematicians among you may have already calculated - twelve years ago. Better late than never, as I always say - or why have one Special Wedding
Anniversary Scrapbook when you could have two?
I have managed to keep back from Mr B just enough of the delicious cherries gifted us by Matt And Jackie Next Door
to make a cherry pie which we will consume and, hopefully, all enjoy while watching the footie match together tonight. I did consult a few recipes on-line before deciding, like Gareth Southgate, to follow my own instincts and stick to the Tried and True. As
in, I made the pie the way I always make pies. Let’s hope that both England and the cherry pie turn out to be winners.
In the garden, the annual Sunflower
Competition is hotting up like the weather; for quite a while my plants were definitely stronger, taller and more determined-looking but Mr B’s appear to have put on a spurt. It’s anyone’s title for the taking. The tomatoes, the lettuces,
the strawberries are all behaving themselves. On the bird feeder I have hung another of my experiments - a toilet roll inner tube smothered in peanut butter and covered with bird-seed. I haven’t yet told Mr B that I have purloined his peanut butter on
account of the fact that he is still not happy about the cherries.
On the grandchildren front, lots has been happening. My Broken-Armed Welsh Boy, Young
James, has maintained a praiseworthy stoicism in the face of his injury, sending me reassurance in the form of a short video recording of him doing The Floss with his arm in plaster cast and sling. I am all admiration. Katie, Jack and Eleanor have all
finished their exams; Hazel is planning her Year Out with eager anticipation. Four of the Tremendous Ten have birthdays in the next couple of months - more Birthday Banners will be needed. Our Rascal has learnt to ride a two-wheeler bicycle (no stabilisers
for this boy!) and rides to and from school with such confidence that his Dad has bought him a bigger bike. I predict it won’t be long before the two of them set off on the London - Brighton cycle ride together.
I sometimes feel my life these days must seem very uneventful to others. Then I read back on what I have just written and congratulate myself on my highly productive and enjoyable days. I mean, I’ve
only covered a few updates today, I could have gone on and on and on...
I heard that!