Our poor back garden fence has been crying out for a lick of lacquer for yonks and today I answered it's poor needs. I was creosoting along quite the thing until coat number two and there before one was a message, glowing fairly brightly, wishing our neighbours 'A Happy Christmas From Adam'. Somehow the greeting that PeaPod wrote on the fence with snow-spray stuff years ago had illuminated. That giving hubby something else to moan about, my futile attempt to part-cheer and part-seduce by means of a washing pole-dance failed miserably. Trying to kid my body into thinking it was 20 years slinkier saw me hitting my foot off our nearby strawberry fence in mid swing and resulted in me landing on my arse and squashing some new strawb plants. Boy am I in the gardening bad books!
To make matters worse - while tidying our front garden - we got captured in conversation with the one neighbour in the street the the rest of us try to avoid. God, this woman can yap for ages about utter, utter tripe. Before long she puts you into a dialetic coma. Edging away from her is no good as she just raises her voice! Talk about buckets of shit and whisks - she seems to knoweveryone's business. We do have the ''there's somebody on the phone'' trick down to a fine art if PeaPod is home!
In a jollier stunt this week, we did get quite a good view of the eclispe. We saw it quite by chance on route to our GP with old misery guuts here. Daylight did gear off a bit and looking to the sun (without glasses) there was a very defined slice of sun and moon. It only lasted around 30 secs but it was fairly spooky when the sun path in the distance come rushing back towards us. I almost expected to float....!
I was somewhat intrigued by the re-burial of Kind Richard III on the news. It seemed emotional for some during the service and I did comply with the minute's silence. His new resting place is now Leicester Cathedral as opposed to the Leicster car park they say he was found under. It's all good and respectful like, but I'm finding it a bit difficult to believe. I mean - you never even got cars, never mind car parks in medieval times. How easy is it to lose a King in the first place? Rule Britannia my arse!
Rounding off the week - my older son managed a visit with his brother at home, and seeing them out the back having a kick about was very heartwarming. I usually take snaps of such rareties but unfortunately my camera battery charger is lost and I've not replaced it as yet. Just as well I'm a talented artist and managed to sketch a picture from memory. Here's *hiccup* to the next O(K)D.........