good day

Good day today - 4 out of 5 of my submissions accepted. June will be green with envy.

Bob

Cheered up last night after a contact from Dave's old mates Bob and Terry. Arranged a visit in the next couple of weeks - hopefully will see George as well. Yippee!!!!

get a life!

Another Friday night wasting my time blogging when I should be doing something constructive, reading miserable posts on miserable blogs. They make me feel miserable too. I feel guilty because I have more than these people, a better life than these people...so why am I sitting here by myself? There isn't even anyone to pass the chocolate.

ewe's cheese with lavender

Anton introduced me to this.
one of the nicest substances known to mankind!

bidding

How I love to push bidders up to their maximum, watch them squirm, and force them to go just that little bit higher.... their faces when I drop out are a picture.
All it needs is a steady hand.....

blackcap

singing in the sorbus this afternoon, sun shining, sitting with a cup of tea waiting for Anton to come home.

asparagus

First of the season, steamed, with lashings of butter... Anton loves it!

St George's day

April 23rd - St George's day, the date of Shakespeare's birth and death.
I celebrate you, George.

Sweet peas

Planted a row today - they always remind me of Rob.

Danny

I had forgotten just how gorgeous Danny is....have been thinking about him ever since he left yesterday afternoon. I hoped I might hear from him later, but nothing so far.

Good day, bad day

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Woke this morning to find my new, expensive moisturiser had brought me out in a rash, but the horse went well and the downpour didn't start until we came back.
I'm spending the afternoon with Danny and Oscar.

my sister needs brain surgery

I can't believe a customer has just given me the 'I can't pay because my sister needs brain surgery' excuse! So unlikely it might even be true!
I'm sure Sir Charles will oblige.

beeline

Well I sneaked in by the back door. Nobody seemed to notice, even when Anton made a beeline for me. It 's so strange, I wouldn't have gone if I'd been invited but when the company is good.....

Not invited

I just found out about a party I'm not invited to.
The funny thing is, I wouldn't have wanted to go - so why am I upset?

Joan Collins

My dreams are becoming more and more peculiar.
Last night Joan Collins asked me to take a bracelet through customs for her because it wouldn't fit in her luggage.
It consisted of large pieces of semiprecious stones, and I couldn't see why she wanted me to take it - I presumed that there must be a reason why I shouldn't, but couldn't work out what it was.
Must have been all those Easter eggs.

magnolia loebneri

The Magnolia loebneri which I grew from seed has come int flower at less than two feet tall - beautful!

Oak

Dave is laying a new oak floor.
I have been evicted from the room.
Off to console myself with Easter eggs and the Hare. I have to say it is a good day for new projects.

Hellebores

The porcudillo reappeared last night as though nothing had happened. He was hungry, but otherwise fine. Dave said he knew he'd come back safely.
It's gorgeous today, so I'm off to help Anton transplant the hellebores.

magnolia

The magnolia outside my window is beautiful today.
Still no sign of the porcudillo though. The nights have been pretty warm, so Dave is still confident he will be OK.
I hope he is right - it isn't like him to disappear for so long.

Cashmere

This beautiful creature produces cashmere, the most luxurious fibre on the planet.
I love cashmere.
Anton loves cashmere.
I'm going to think about that for a while.

Porcudillo

Dave's porcudillo has been missing for two days.
It must have wandered off on Monday night.
He says it will be OK, but I'm starting to worry.

simple arithmetic

I sometimes post parcels to America.
When I do, I email the recipient with an expected delivery date, as surface mail takes 8 weeks. At least 50% of them email me 4 weeks later to tell me the parcel hasn't arrived.
Can Americans count up to 8?
Time to practice thinking.

Rebecca

Last night I dreamt I saw Manderley again.... well actually I dreamt I was being bronchoscoped by my dentist - it was a requirement of their new contract.
What worries me is that in Tony Bliars world, it could be a requirement of their new contract.
Now, if Anton Meyer had offered to bronchoscope me, that would have been a different matter entirely.....

Bored

I'm bored today.
The wind is flattening the daffodils, it's raining so I can't get out into the garden, and last night I dreamt that Anton Meyer came back to Holby City. Need I say more.