Using a sand and cement ready made mortar type gunge to fill in the gaps of your old crazy paved patio, where the weeds keep coming through, sounds like an easy task. I imagined it would be like using a spatula to ice a cake. Wrong. Not an easy task at all really.....I keep thinking 'ah yes...just a little bit there' and then looking at it all and seeing lots of gaps and my spatula applied dollops do not look good....perhaps they will set and then weather in??
I was considering buying tickets for the England/Australia ODI at Edgbaston in September as a late birthday present for the mister.........but having just checked the prices I am seriously thinking again.......and I was also hoping to get tickets for Leonard Cohen in Birmingham for me but if I buy tickets for both then the coffers will be pretty empty for a while.....I wish money really did grow on a magic tree in the garden.
When my daughter and her cousin were little, they always said that once grown up they would share a flat in London and a flat in New York and a flat in Paris and......well you get the idea. As my daughter has now finished University she is looking for a job in London. Her cousin who is one year older, already lives and works there and so the hunt is on for my daughter to be able to work or intern there too. I so hope that she can find something and then the cousins, who are more like sisters really, can achieve their long held dream of being together in a flat in London and living the life they have talked about and laughed about and looked forward to for so many years. Please cross legs and eyes and fingers for her...thank you so much .
Lardy white legs really need to be attended to before they show themselves to the world in skirts don't you think? I have made a start and shaved them........
In my mind, the Robin family have moved upmarket to a better hedge and are practising flying and finding food and having a great time.
I watched 'Withnail and I' last night and must admit I didn't really enjoy it all that much.....sorry M! I last saw it years ago and had forgotten most of it, so gave it another go. I must really be getting old though, because I kept thinking 'ooh that cottage is lovely....if you just painted that wall and scrubbed that cupboard' etc., instead of paying much attention so perhaps I was distracted.
It is nearly two years since my friend at work found out about her husbands affair. In those two years she has bought a new house, lost weight, and run a half marathon. She is 'onwards and upwards' and although she is still married (he is living with the other woman in a house he has just bought) and still wearing her rings, she seems happy and active and is 'getting there'........but sometimes....just sometimes....I do worry for her....and I also think that finding a new man would be a good thing too, but I'm keeping that opinion to myself.
We are on a 'let's eat all the stuff from the freezer because it needs to be defrosted' thing at the moment. Truly though, stuff that you didn't label and is covered in ice doesn't look very appetizing, and I am being a bit naughty and throwing this and that away -please don't judge me....or tell the mister..........
My blogging friend AG is about to move house (you still are aren't you?) and I just know that when we get to see it I will want to come home and set fire to my place......their new place will be beautiful I'm sure. I'm itching to try living somewhere else for a while....does that make sense? In a mad moment of 'spring cleaning' I have had quotes for roman blinds for all the upstairs rooms and am now getting quotes for some painting and decorating. This is the stage in our life when we now think twice about doing things ourselves....paying someone else would be quicker and easier and we wouldn't have to get cross and tired and look like Mr Pastry up a ladder covered in wallpaper and paste.
When we were in Tallin having a splendid time, one of the things we did was visit the old KGB museum at the Hotel Viru, which was really interesting, and I was reminded that when I lived in Germany many years ago the lady I worked for was driving us home from somewhere and we chased a soviet vehicle......the word soxmis comes to mind.....it was all very thrilling and espionage-y! and at the Hotel Viru we had cocktails called 'hammer and sickle' - champagne and vana tallin.........so so good......I quite fancy one now.....sigh.....
Well this is what happens if you sit down for a cup of tea and think that you will blog a little bit of nonsense.....idle thoughts....... I do apologise if you are still reading, this rambling really isn't going anywhere....still......a bit of mindlessness now and again does no harm does it?