Posted: Yesterday at 22:53
What a glorious day it has been today. Eventually I rolled out of bed. To be honest. It was somehere between 10.20 and 10.25am. Why not. I am usually still up and about, studying etc around 03.00hrs. So up and at em'. Shower, followed by that first cuppa. Then another cuppa. I like this. Then a couple of slices in the toaster. Down goes two tablets, one for mild BP the other for the waterworks. Yes. Time for a cuppa. This time I relax in the armchair. Well guys, all this tea making really does take it out of you. Now. I must remain strong. Usually at this point, Mike tends to drft off into dreamland. Strange tat I haven't yet scolded myself with hot tea. Then it's up and at 'em. So a quick runarond with Hetty. Hetty is my vac. Then out come the duster. I am very proud of my tiny home. By this time it's lunch time. So a quick ready meal and watch the news. Then to the garden. A quick check of the greenhouse, well get on with it. Then my workshop. Over powering the shed/workshop is this almighty conifer. A recen visit inside, displayed that the roof had been leaking. Taking a looksie outside. During the high winds. Some lower conifer branches had torn the roofing felt off. So off come the offending branches. Then in preparation, I cut to size some battening and creosoted it. This will hold down the new felt. Then moving to the communial pathway. My front door is at the side of the building. I live in the flat upstairs. The 'Madame' residing downstairs sadly has a medical problem. In short. Her mum prior to death was sectioned etc. Sad to say. 'Madame' is so exhibiting similar traights. One minute she is all luvvy duvvy, the next she is ready to stick a knife in your back. Over the years since moving in. 50 yrs ago. I have helped out. Even with this woman, I have done my best. She has in the front garden a forsythia. It must be twnent plus feet high. Totally out of control. In the past. I have suggested reducing it's height. Like something out of Alice in wonderland. A stupid grin was all I got. Anyway cut to the chase. At the mo. We are not on speaking terms. However. I got fed up with being slapped across the face by the brances. Even the postman said. Hey Gov. Can't you cut that back a bit. So, Althoght considering complaining to the council. I went out an bought a long arm trimmer. Cost me sixty quid. So today, i ended up cutting back the forsythia. I even cleaned up and binned the waste. Now at this late hour. 22.50 I fgind myself nursing some nasty pains down below. So. In my kindness have I perhaps overdone it? If my daugter Amanda gets wind of this. She will go berserk. To be honest friends. Mike is feeling a bit under the weather. Can someone offer a bit of TLC?