Images of our family BBQ today 🙂 Lovely family time xx
Where did Summer go? Was it the day I had at the beach yesterday? Or did I miss something? Looking out of my window this morning (6:45 am UK time) it looks like the whole world just morphed into winter; it’s so overcast it looks like the skies are going to open up at any minute and dump snow on us all.
I suppose I can’t complain; when I lived in India I really missed the seasons, it unsettled me not being able to gauge the time of year. But I still wouldn’t have minded a little notice that winter was coming!!
I was thinking the other day (probably when I was snoozing by the sea yesterday) that I’ve lived in four different countries (naturally England but also Gibraltar, India and now Wales) and having done that it’s really nice to be able to look back and reflect. Now I think about it perhaps it’s not just the weather that’s morphed; perhaps it’s me too – into an old fart. Mmm, I think that’s enough thinking for one day.
Quite a heavy day digging and getting rid of roots and rubble as I prepare the ground for new grass turf. Once again I was able to recycle some of the rocks into a rockery garden under the apple tree which is already starting to look the business. As the photo shows I still have the old grass to remove but hopefully I’ll have the whole ground sorted in time for when I go to collect my grass turf on Friday; that is going to be one major transformation band I can’t wait.
Ever since moving into my new house in January I’ve been meaning to get round to digging up an unsightly concrete path/patio but have never had either the energy or the machinery. My next door neighbour Gareth is a builder and he knew I wanted the path dug up and some nice grass laid. This morning there was a knock on the door and there’s Gareth with one of those jigger-picks. BOOM!! An hour later it’s all smashed up and ready to get dumped. Fantastic!! Mind you after taking about ten wheelbarrow loads I’m already pole axed so I’m now having a break but no prizes for guessing what my Saturday afternoon has in store. Gonna be a busy day because I’ve also finally managed to get a plumber and an electrician to fit my shower; this could be a good week.
Tomorrow at work is my leaving lunch at work (which they call a fuddle) and traditionally everyone brings something to the table so I knocked up a couple of my corned beef pies. As a kid I virtually lived on corned beef and by far my favourite Geordie dish was these pies which my Mother Katie (bless her) used to make. Just hope my colleagues like them.
My trusty old banger who I affectionately call the Bullet is my pride and joy. Along the way it’s been kicked and had windows put out, and at one point my ignition key snapped in half. When that happened I had someone repair it for me but because it had a computer chip in it The repair man couldn’t put another hole in it for me to put it on a key ring. As a result I’m forever losing it.
This morning, as I was climbing into my car with work bag, two phones, house keys and all the other paraphernalia I realized my key wasn’t in my pocket…or the house…or anywhere else I looked for the following three hours. I’d hung washing out so checked my overgrown lawns, I’d packed a few things so reopened the boxes, I checked every room, both sheds, even all of the half filled packing cases and there’s dozens of them.
As my emotions flipped between terror and panic I finally decided to go make a coffee and do a bit of work and so put the kettle on and nipped to the car for my work bag. On the way I rather hoped for a bit of divine intervention but wasn’t hopeful after the foul language I’d come out with (and I hate foul language). But as I walked out of the gate my eyes for some reason went straight into the undergrowth even though there was nothing particularly gleaming. There in the grass…..