Lagging behind and things turn up

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Still floating around in my P J's at 9.00. Today I have breakfast before walking whippet. Who lately seems less than impressed with his walk. Enthusiastic when the lead is rattled but half a dozen paces from home he looses momentum. His air of boredom, is that of a disgruntled teenager and he refuses to keep pace preferring lagging behind.

The neighborhood group of buzzards had disappeared. But lately there has been one lonely bird about for weeks, it's high pitch mewling sounding pitiful to my ears. Today the cry seemed to be in stereo and when I search the sky I spot another. They play tag with each other over head.

Man about the house finds what I had though I had lost. What a relief. Only I could loose important bits of paper.

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Buzzards

peeking, parking, peering

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2 small children are peeking though a letter box, while their granddad rests on the steps leading up to it. "I think that's enough now", they however don't.

Myself and several others are amazed that this small town provides free parking.

I watch the centipede hurry and scurry. It's body flowing over, in and around the gravel, and I wonder how fast they go, this one is speeding along.

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Centipede

Butterflies, bins, spuds

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The sun temps the butterflies, from wherever they go on dingy days, to party on the butterfly bush.

No wire worms no tiddly jobs. Potatoes my potatoes, scrubbed boiling on the stove.

The dustbin contravenes public health, it is a positive embarrassment due to one of us slinging, black cat's gift of a dead bird, in the bottom only in wrapped in news paper. I get the bleach, yard broom and rubber gloves unfortunately I have no mask. Then I decorate it and paint I love my bin men on the lid. Where would we be without them?

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Stomp

I think schools should employ these to go in and run classes for our teenagers.

They are a must see.

And just cos I love them a bit more.

We change

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I remember man about the house's apprentice 30 years ago. He confesses the best thing about his motor bike is cleaning the underneath with a tooth brush. Oh how we change.

Gritting my teeth trying to ignore sodding shoulder I sew a new project onto the tapestry frame.

I am so looking forward to starting it but need a magnifying glass to check instructions and a needle threader to find the eye. I can remember when I could read the telephone book no trouble.

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My how he has changed.

Always cheers me up of a morning though.

Interesting place Cambridge

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Never doing anything in a straight line, (not a very time effiecient way of living), throws interesting possibilities when going from A to B. Veering left on the pretence of a sit down, I am determined to suss out an interesting dome. It looks off limits but I sit on the wall anyway. Hey ho what's that, lost I.D card. Doing my good deed and aiming for reception I hand it over asking "can anyone wander in". Surprising me she says "yes". Man about the house is beckoned and assumes a pained expression, and off we wander eventually coming out through the back door and into the garden. Only now we are so off course we are lost. This however throws another bit of luck my way, for when asking for directions I am alerted to the fact that Wittenstein's grave is to be found there, I mistake this for Lickenstien however. Oh well you can't win them all. Trying to humor a now tired, hot and him of the aching feet, "cheer up" I say"you know you always end up in interesting places with me". And so he does.

Man about the house is in front so I drop pennies in a hat, and he gives me a "God Bless You".

Oh joy a Borders. All sorts of Magazines to flick though and today it is Stanley Gibbons stamp collectors job that attracts. I hunker down and become absorbed. And I am not the only one several of us are engrosses in the glossies. 4 lads are pouring over one from the mens interest's I notice. This is a great place to learn about all sorts on the hoof as it were.

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Wandering we will go

Ever 'opeful

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Bred to go faster foals look out hopefully from under a tree for a pause in the pouring.

Sweeping the slabs, sloshing water, ignoring sodding shoulder, all clean and gleaming, worth the effort.

He whips of the towel to reveal inch wide strips of covered copper. I wondered why there were tasteful mobiles dangling above, I am not to lay on my front then. These are for my entertainment while he lifts legs, wraps more bands around me and tightens them curving my body into amazing shapes. It is hugely entertaining if a smidgen uncomfy. I snort in a most unladylike fashion when he has me sitting on the edge of the bed with bands around my chest and over my head pulling my neck down, he reprimands me, all I need is a bolt though my neck to complete the absurdity. I want him to take my picture, he will not. I can't believe I am doing this. I do however spot sweeties as I am about to leave and he gives me 2 in acknowledgment of "the child in you". I am very pro active in the quest for pain relief for sodding soulder I also do Pilates not nearly as much fun though.

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Someone else gets pushed into amazing shapes.

That makes six

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The new flat is bright and airy. She is thrilled and every so often leans forward to look out of the window.

The well loved picture has been hung in a place of honor and all her furry friends sit on a chair looking alert and friendly. She returns to them again and again commenting on how lovely they are.

I have been there a couple of hours when she asks, "How long have you been here den", seizing the opportunity to score brownie points "a week" I lie. She pauses "wow that flew by". Immediately I am wracked by guilt. Serves me right.

I take my mother to see her friend. When I return to pick her up the french fancies have been consumed along with tea and gossip. Joyce is slumped in the lowest of chairs, I am horrified remembering her effort when tottering down the corridor very frail and unsteady leaning heavily on her stick, How will she ever get up. Failing a rocket assisted booster seat she uses all her will and determination to lever herself out and upright, where upon she teeters backward and forward several times to steady herself. It is a truely amazing feat of mind over matter. I am reassured to see an alarm bleep around her neck as this is her favorite chair.

I am reminded of what the word fastidious means, I resolve to address my slovenly ways when I get home. I too will have unmarmited butter and warm plates. I feel perked up no end by their civilizing influences.

Sharing the bright spacious house is a pleasure. The uncluttered space and touching base with them is a breath of fresh air on both counts.

The shop is heaving with all ages intent on trawling through delights of the colorful beads, tempting fingers to fiddle, sift and search, eventually sorting money from purses to purchase their treasures. One bored blond teenage lad sits looking on. I leave empty handed but infused with color and a lifting of spirits. There was something magical about all those tiny splashes of color.

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cautionary tale