tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61179270625953354432024-03-13T21:06:27.655+01:00Today I shall ...Procrastinator extraodinairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17536731627149413209noreply@blogger.comBlogger32125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6117927062595335443.post-48876761121948830602020-05-12T14:11:00.000+02:002020-05-12T14:11:00.800+02:00..endeavour to find some PPEFeels like I'm rather late to the party on this score but c'est la vie such is me. Been meaning to have a virtual moan on this one for some time now but when there's such a lot else not to do avoidence remarkably still seems to sit there top of the pile on my skill set. Needs must however and circumstances have forced me to spill forth my frustrations.<br />
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So PPE where does one start. A little while ago our overly large household sucumbed to the dreaded diarrhoea, was going to use stars but having amazed myself that I can actually spell the word you will now be forced to read it. It was brought to the house by son 2, son 1 escaped, being in Wales has its advantages. Next OH got it, then son 3 and finally son 4 and yours truly. There's the rub, son 4 and yours truly got it at the end of the week, the day before the shop was due to arrive. Our bountiful supply of toilet rolls (pre-covid obviously) was down to one, now hidden in my bathroom, of course. Thankfully as the last precious sheets were flushed down the loo there was the much heralded sound of heavy wheeled vehicle crunching across the chippings. Shopping had arrived, phew!<br />
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Never again would such occurance take place on my watch. We must have been the only household that could have supplied supermarkets with loo roll during that now forgotten panic. And there's the rub, once bitten twice shy. Government had its warning, Cygnus report, other countries running out blah de blah, old news I know and it's all about the tests now, not prepared there either it seems.<br />
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So why the moan and why now? Well there are still issues with the above, unsurprisingly most of the world has them but for some crazy reason our PM sees fit to send moi back to work with 28 small children who won't have an ef***in' clue how to socially distance themselves. Guess coming from Eton he's used to classes of 15 or less. I was in with just 4 yesterday and they just don't get it. Plus that's the least of our problems! Hygiene hah, we've tried for years, snuffle stations to stop snotty tissues littering carpets, sandpits, snack tables....just doesn't happen. TA got jet sprayed by snot yesterday during socially distanced reading session.<br />
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Then there's the issue of son 3 almost dying of an asthma attack when he was 8. Son 2 said it was the worse birthday he'd ever had, waking up without his brother and then having to spend it celebrating in hospital. S3 is not high risk, it was thankfully a one off but one offs do happen and they are not always one off and without adequate PPE and testing then there's a strong possibility that one of those snotty sneezes or carelessly discarded tissues will infect moi and as with the diarrhoea it will spread through all of us and running out of loo roll will be the least of our problems.<br />
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It's been an eventful year thus far and Covid has taken a back seat to redundancies, school rejections, deaths and funerals. Ain't life a ball! Thankfully all virus free and grateful that eldest is isolating himself in our house in Wales. We offered to bring him back after the funeral. He graciously declined so we left him a cat for company, breathed a sigh of relief and jumped in the car before he changed his mind. His girlfriend has bravely opted to do what we hoped not to and frankly if their relationship survives this then it is a 'made in heaven' and she'll definitely be one worth keeping. Much as we love him dearly he was the first to agree that endless weeks of forced close contact 24/7 would have resulted in a homocide. So 6 become 5 and one less portion of pasta needed, thanks be, 3 bags go nowhere when your locking down with 4 full grown males! Tried to sneak my gluten free packet in as an extra but foiled at the till.<br />
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Anyway, yesterday we finally had some good news in amongst all the gloom. No 3 son has been offered a place on a Foundation degree ballet course and all is well again for him and for me, who loves to watch him dance. The funeral was for my mother who died in March on Friday 13th, no 1 son's favourite film, she always did have a soft spot for him. Grateful for the little things in current times, we got to be with her at the end and were allowed a small private funeral. My mother loved to dance, as did my dad, and, although I cry everytime I watch no 3 perform because they won't get to see him, I know their love of dance lives on in him.<br />
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If we look at the 52% they do not all want the same thing. Some want to remain in the single market but have control over all their laws, okay but that means free movement of people. Ah! but I don't want that say others of the 52% . I want to stop immigration.<br />
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It is fairly bloody obvious that had there been a manifesto which properly speltout what the agenda was to be on leaving that the leave vote would have been split and the remains would have had an easy majority.<br />
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Ultimately if we do leave the EU it will be a minority who get what they want, the new leader of the conservative being one of them. So that is what we call democracy in this country durhhh.Procrastinator extraodinairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17536731627149413209noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6117927062595335443.post-51091891381347304812016-06-27T15:22:00.002+02:002016-06-27T19:13:23.561+02:00ask for people to be allowed to change their mind.<div>
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So now knowing that immigration is to remain pretty much the same, the NHS money promised will not be happening, many local councils are now desperately trying to work out how to replace the EU funding they will be losing and our pound is in free fall and in Nigel Farage's own words another recession is on the cards. Knowing the only change Boris wants is to tinker with the laws, beware if you are a woman and planning on maternity leave soon, or perhaps a part time worker who pays into a work pension, a disabled person like my mother who would like to be able to have access to a loo when out and about .......these are the sort of rights we got from EU law. Hand on heart can you all say you wouldn't mind having a little bit more honest and open information given to you and maybe the opportunity to change your mind.</div>
Procrastinator extraodinairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17536731627149413209noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6117927062595335443.post-69995421211070334172016-06-03T10:20:00.005+02:002016-06-03T10:21:58.630+02:00..... take my mother to a coffee morning.It is a sad fact of life that as your children grow older and with growing independence forge their own way in life, your parents go into decline. Many of my generation chose to start families later and in my case, whilst still having two relatively young children to care for I have the added sadness and burden of caring for my parents, in particular my mother. To be fair most of it falls on my brother and his wife due to their close proximity but part of the reason for buying our holiday home in Wales was to enable me to share the load. The added joy of being a teacher again means I can renew my career and still spend many weeks here in the village where I grew up and where my parents still reside.<br />
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My mother was a big church woman, attended services religiously (excuse the pun), however due to her lack of mobility she now only attends when I am here to take her. Most of her days are spent sat in her red chair watching the many quiz shows that make up day time viewing. My father, although still fairly mobile and leading an active life in the community with his volunteering, struggles to take mother out as his emphysema worsens.<br />
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It is happening again. I know my gmail user address and I know my password or did, today I changed it three times and yet when I sign in it refuses to acknowledge me unless as now I use the same browser and have come on here directly via the email they sent, which limits me to safari not my usual chrome.<br />
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So unless some genius out there has the answer, or can direct me to a more straightforward hosting site then I am afraid I will have to discontinue this one aswell. It is just too time consuming plus now my laptop is thankfully up and running again I need to be able to access it from there.<br />
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RachelxxProcrastinator extraodinairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17536731627149413209noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6117927062595335443.post-73334927851755836982014-06-20T09:33:00.000+02:002014-06-20T09:33:08.039+02:00.. tell about our 3rd renovation and introduce our 4th.Our third house had been part of my life always. It started life as the village police house, no cells but office attached and accessed via glazed corridor, which we turned into a large and rather beautiful wooden conservatory. The office became a spacious sitting room. One of my first friends, Meirwen and her brother Robert lived there, their dad the village bobby. In time it became a private house and I spent many a Saturday night babysitting for the two young children in residence, both now scarily with children of their own some not much younger than my littlies.<br />
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A year of hard work and doing without but suburbia wasn't for me, I longed for the country, village life. We trawled again but Midland village houses don't come cheap and I felt a yearning to return from whence I'd came. A bargain for sale in a village near my family got us thinking and so one year on after much hard work the for sale board went up and offers were made.<br />
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So three years on Mike left behind his PHd and research and embarked on a job in I.T. I set aside my teaching career and a newly acquired law diploma and embarked on motherhood. Rather too quickly we sold the house so I decamped to my parents rather snug three bedroom semi, pregnant again plus the baby, a cat and a pregnant dog. Mike lodged in Wolverhampton returning to West Wales for weekends. I was in my early thirties many of my friends were already settled into comfortable family homes but I had chosen to fall in love with a younger man just starting out on his career. Wait I would have to and wait we did.<br />
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When we showed it to my MiL she said, ' did you ever imagine living in something like this? How lucky you are.'<br />
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This was our first home, our first project. With my post office savings and a lone from Mike's dad we bought this cottage that cost less than our first car. Property was cheap for the price of this one particular cottage whole rows could be picked up in derelict state. Why this one? Because I loved it, so much prettier from the front but unfortunately google can't take us down that path and allow us to knock the door. My maternal grandmother was born here much visited throughout my childhood with it's town park and boating lake at the end of the road. When we took it on there was a hole in the roof and the toilet was at the end of the garden, no bathroom of course, no heating, no kitchen to speak of. All that we did and it was here we brought home the first of our sons. Sadly too small, after three happy years we had to move on.<br />
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Short one today, going to be a quiet few days. My 10 year old is off to the Loire. Fifty three CM2s with bikes, accompanying teachers and brave parents all embarking on 3 days of circa 70km biking. From Chateau to Chateau, exposition to exposition, picnic to picnic and even a disco, though dancing after a 38km bike ride will be a big ask. A wonderful experience he will have but boy will I miss him. <br>
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One of the problems with moving alot is the waiting alot. That stagnant period when you are leaving behind your old life again but excited to start your new and playing the waiting game. I am not very good at it, patience, not my strong point, loyalty and continuity unfortunately yes.<br />
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Also this time I keep feeling scared. It is a new emotion for me. Not that I have never been frightened. Yes put a spider in front of me and I run. See my children at a cliff edge and panic kicks in, adrenalin flares, voice cranks up a notch, I stand paralysed trying with depesperate restraint not to impose my irrational fears on them.<br />
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This scared differs though, some would call it anxiety but it is too quiet an emotion to be thus.<br />
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Age, death, fear of not having lived well. Less choices left to make and less time to correct mistakes made.<br />
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This house we buy is not the one I have fixated on, a big choice, yes an old house as always but a big house, 500msq plus attics big, can only be that.<br />
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Maybe I must remember it is just that, bricks and mortar. Houses sometimes workout. When they don't you move on, buy another, use it as a base for a life not actually make 'it' a life. Alas! maybe that is what I am scared of ?<br />
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Two of my boys we placed straight into the french schooling system on arrival. At the time I thought nothing of it. They were 7 and 9 therefore time enough to acquire the language before having to sit any formal examinations. Yes it would be tough initially, their french consisted of merci, bonjour, counting from 1 to 10 and having spent many holidays here they could order some baguettes if pushed so no chance of starving. It has been a success. A year and a half later they both speak French and despite a reluctance to complete homework tasks are pretty much on parr with their french class mates academically. <br />
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Socially we mix with expats. This was not our intention but our older boys attend an International School and because both husband and I do not speak french it has evolved this way. In time this will change, our expat friends will move on, we will not and as our French improves we will be able to integrate into the local community.<br />
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Is that relevant to this post, possibly yes? the heading, where am I going here. Well parents complain that the french system is too rigid, to geared around achievement, possibly it is. However they seem to live under the illusion that this is all so different in the U.K. There they say is an individual approach, special needs budgets geared towards ensuring those atypically academic children meet their full potential.<br />
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Well I say bollocks! My eldest had dyslexia, it was ignored. Why? because he is so damn bright he managed to read in spite of it. If you are ticking the boxes the British system doesn't care if you are reaching your full potential or not. Where is the problem then you might think? Well the problem is when you find yourself in secondary school, in english, history any wordy subject amongst your academic peers but due to the support you never got you are no longer one of them. Your grammar, your spelling it just isn't up to the challenge and you lose confidence in your own ability. A downward spiral ensues, why learn, why do your homework, why not be the clown of the class, put up a front, tactics all of them because the system failed you despite having a parent who constantly raised the issue and asked for help. <br />
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My third son also has dyslexia and dysgraphia like his brother. Like his brother support was not forthcoming in the U.K despite my constantly alerting teachers to a problem with his reading at home. In school he was rarely listened to, good grief no, where was the need the boy could read, a job for his parents, better spend time on those who could not or whose parents would not. Not until his last year there, when reading tests were administered by a professional, moi, as opposed to a volunteer reading coach and it transpired that he was in the bottom third percentile for reading did he finally bet some extra support. Too little, too late and probably because being a teacher myself I had raised his head above the parapet. Too many have I seen in my capacity as a parent volunteer and as a teacher going un-noticed or sacrificed to a policy of special needs budgets being spent on a vain attempt to get every child, no matter how academically capable, hitting a level 2 or level 4, a deemed average level. Children should be encouraged to achieve to the best of <b>their</b> ability, not some government politician's arbitrary idea of what everyone should be capable of.<br />
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As an aside also despite the so called rigidity of this system, children sitting in rows facing the teacher, silent rooms passed whilst walking through corridors, programs followed with crossed T's to dotted i's, they love school and they are excited by what they learn.<br />
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U.K sale still chugging slowly forth , still no tie ins no deposits no anything to stop our purchasers fleeing into the night, leaving us high and dry and sans funds to buy this wonderful abode or at the very least a deposit to cover costs already ensued. However we are nearly there. A final form winging its way, okay optimistic that, dilly dallying across the channel; international post being what it is, random.<br />
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Once done that magic word, exchange and then corks pop, celebration time proper and despite knowing the french system will be long and arduous, at least both parties will be committed, I hope, moi, I most definitely shall be in all senses of the word.<br />
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The pool has been a bone of great contention. When we moved here it was on the must have list of requirements. Back in blighty Blakeney we converted a pond into a splash pool. The boys were using it for inflatables pre-conversion so to avoid catching dysentery or some such when also diving in to retrieve treasures thrown by youngest, then toddler age, we emptied out flora and fauna and added some nice tiles and a couple of chlorine tabs.<br />
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Small it was, bad the weather was, great fun still for boys and friends and unfair to move to better weather and not one have.<br />
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So a formal letter was sent, this is France, threats of withheld rent made, and finally come July in time for the long summer break we had a fully functioning pool, if a bit rough around the edges literally;that concrete needs filling. And there, on lounger, lay I for the best part of two months; car issues have their advantages, another blog peutêtre . I do love France.<br />
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However the payback for spending most of the week sans hubbie mean't increased holiday budget, choice entered the equation. We chose to ski. Always the cheapest week, not that flush, but conveniently the quietest. And then we moved here thoughts of weekends spent slewing down slopes, glistening white planned.<br />
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It hasn't worked out quite that way, things never do. Our rent is high, school fees equally so and the joy of an almost full time hubbie comes with a cut in wage. Nether the less it is vacances and we will ski, if only two days we can manage.<br />
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That said an offer has gone in on ' an old house' , school fees will be halved and the slopes an hour closer. Fingers crossed, now that sounds familiar.<br />
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Yesterday was Sunday so just like the great one I too took a day of rest. Sunday for us is also test day.<br />
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It's not just moi that needs to get speaking this tricky lingo. So too do the hubbie and four boys. The youngest two have a bit of a leg up as they attend a French school. The eldest not so and their apathy towards acquiring said skill partly contributes to my disappointment with their establishment of not so great learning.<br />
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So to help us all we have a verb of the week and we have to learn four tenses of chosen verb. The winner gets to chose a four course meal of their choice and the loser gets to be footman and scullery maid for this grand repast, too much Downton peutêtre.<br />
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Last week Alec was the lucky one poor Elliot the not so. The carrot and the stick it has to be. Does it work? Well put it this way Elliot may not be choosing this weeks supper but neither is he tidying up. That not so pleasant task will be left to the eldest. Unfortunately it often is, genes will out poor Tom.<br />
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Also on Thursday we optimistically put in an offer on ' an old house ' and we haven't heard anything back. I was hoping to pre-empt a second viewing that is happening on the property today. My gut instinct is that we have gone in too low. It could work we could save thousands which will be needed for the renovations but we could also loose it all together. Our fall back option appears to have disappeared off the internet, cela vie. After the day I had yesterday things are looking decidedly dreary.<br />
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So why Downton, why today? Well being a mother of four boys T.V viewing is oft of the macho variety. Zombies, action heroes, horror, war movies, you get the picture. Very occasionally though I manage to commandeer this state of the art monstrosity that graces, not! my living room wall. Rarer still there are times when a son shall happen upon my presence there sit himself down aside of me and appreciate a change of genre. For the second time this has happened with Downton. 'Alas, Alec '<br />
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Ambitiously phrased of me. My french is severely limited. It was the one O' level I failed, shouldn't have opted for it in the first place but the alternative was welsh and scarely under the circumstances being that I am welsh, that was even worse.<br />
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So here I am a year and a half of living here later, with two children in a French school, still as rubbish as I ever was. I can proudly say I understand more but that was never going to be difficult, nothing to something never is. The sticking point is speaking. People who know me laugh in my face when I say I am shy but that is because they know me and I do like to chat. <br />
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However my chat often consists of throw away comments and witty responses, with the odd rather volatile debate thrown in for good measure. I don't do small talk and always feel rather ridiculous when I try. I am also much better one to one if I am honest especially when in the company of a master of the art of chit chat. Finally as mentioned previously I talk fast and frankly prefer it when others do. So little wonder why the speaking french bit is going nowhere.<br />
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This can't go on though. We intend to stay here and will hopefully be buying a house soon which will require renovating, haven't managed to buy one yet that doesn't so why change the habit of a lifetime. A kind friend has bravely volunteered for the unenviable task of helping me learn. <br />
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So today I shall go to her house and we shall drink coffee and we shall speak French, after the police have left that is. Bikes stolen from the garage last night and now left to deal with it all using my serioulsy inadequate French.<br />
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French houses, unlike british houses, don't appear to have boot rooms. Okay many british houses don't have them either but most have an utility, a place for washing machines, wet dogs and dirty gubbings alike. Never worked for me, two opposing needs lumped into one room. Too many crisp clean sheets soiled by muddy paws and earth clad floors. <br />
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In France they have the baunderie, easy to remember ' sounds like ....laundry', throw back to my teaching days there. It more often than not is situated upstairs, convenient for discarded clothes, not convenient for dirty boots and wet dogs, hence the obvious segregation. Unfortunately mine is rather a large room, unlike back in blighty where it fitted a machine and ironing board, and as in all large families there is an accumulation of stuff and that stuff must be housed. Not in an attic where stuff never needed again and xmas decs live, things that may be useful stuff. Material for projects planned, not done, grown out clothing that will another conveniently birthed son adorn. Mouses live protected from killer cats. Every house needs an indoor garage in my opinion. <br />
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So stuff therein accumulates and spreads, gets rummaged through and dropped. Frankly it all ends up in one big,messy muddle that yours truly has to sort on a too regular basis. Put off for far too long today it will be once more tackled and this time it will stay organised.<br />
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I talk but do I listen? How many of us truly do? I talk too quickly, trying to get my words out, make my point before eyes glaze over, a cup tips, a phone buzzes, a door knocks, a child/ adult interrupts or in this house a mad scrabble to the door with cat in arms mid pee.<br />
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Time to lead by example. Time to silence the mobile, close the Ipad, put aside the magazine the book - maybe not that, another day an explanation. Laptop temporarily but perhaps conveniently broken. Cleaning can wait, it always does, never a serious distraction.<br />
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Time to just sit and listen....... once I have posted my blog of course.Procrastinator extraodinairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17536731627149413209noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6117927062595335443.post-67931094696577908942014-02-25T09:03:00.001+01:002014-02-25T09:03:35.766+01:00..wash sheets and tell you about Sherlock.The sun is shinning, an excellent washing day, bleached white sheets waiting since the big stay to billow forth in the breeze. Lots of white sheets in this abode a continual cycle of on and off both line and bed especially since....<br />
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When to France we did set off, a beautiful English setter accompanying us amongst a motley crew, two adults, 4 boys, 3 cats and guineapig 1. Sadly Sassy the year did not see but her present to us after an impromptu stay had she at S.P.A was Sherlock.<br />
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When bereft of her company a thought was there of all those who would not be retrieved when her I did after brief, very brief soujorn. So off we went, boys and I, and three did see that might be ours. From out of hat a noisy Gordon came but me I was a little sad for scruffy black my heart had grabbed. Next day both hubbie dear and I did return to collect the barker chose but fate did play its clever hand. Dear hubbie made a fortuitous error when cage number he did present t'was wrong and out they brought for us to keep, young scruffy black, oh happy heart. <br />
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The boys a name had already thought for a boy if that was what we brought and sure enough no better fit. For here he is all black and mucky on my sheets all crisp and white. But happy soul he must be from concrete floor to luxury and moi aussi for love him I do, the aching gap near filled.<br />
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