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Friday, 12 April 2019

Lots of things...

first and foremost...
sorry I can’t reply to my comments.  The weird thing is I can do this?  Once I have posted, I will endeavour to reply as Lettice, thus far I am stuck as reply as google account which won’t accept me.  No names, no pack drill, however it goes back to a man trying to be helpful and getting me more email addresses than is good for a girl!?!  Well that is if you are honest and really don’t need to be one step ahead of the law?  Even techwhizzes can’t get me back on the straight and narrow, so what hope for a  quill-toting lass?

We are well ahead with the packing; we leave here on Wednesday to arrive in Ludlow on the following Wednesday, our furniture arriving the next day.  This allows us time to walk the course and finally decide where the many and various treasures (alright to some, old toot!?!) can
 go.  

My plants are going to be a worry! The huge palm I have arranged with my removal beau to put in their reception. You just wouldn’t believe the price I had to pay for this concession!!!?!!!  My odd unusual triffid like succulents are coming with us in the car.  What they will make of being in such a hostile environment, baked
 in the sun, chilled in the night, heaven only knows?  I will cover them with fleece to protect.  Hubs just wishes I loved him enough to lavish such care on his ancient bod!



This is what I plan to call the Wrenery.  Why?  As we sat talking to the vendors the last time we viewed the cottage, I watched a wren bobbing along the space between the stones in the wall.  Each end is open and I can see us having our breakfast out there most sunny mornings.  To call it a lean-to just doesn’t have the same 
style and panache!  As I have made style over substance so much part of my life it seems only 
right!
Saturday I am off to have an MRI scan on my knee and lumber spine. I have been on our osteopath’s rack and in just a week have gone from 5’4” to 6’2” At this rate I can see myself strutting my streamline bod. down the runway at the Milan fashion show!

Saturday, 6 April 2019

Gorilla rope tales...

funny thoughts from the 17 months
living by the sea.  A look back as we prepare to move away.
The regular three or four women who swim every day roughness permitting, seem to me to have very thin legs?  Is it the effect of cold sea water on their pins as they slice through the surf?  Maybe the shock melts the muscle?
They do all seem tanned though.  Weather beaten maybe, but brown of bod., who knew?
What causes an empty beach suddenly out of nowhere to  erupt with fishermen?  A mermaid’s eerie call from the depths of the sea causing them lemming-like to come?
Family Crack... not so much in evidence.  Huge top tucked into commando trousers, let’s face it it would never do to get a chill in your crack!  He still does insist on putting bollards outside his own house on a side street in order to disallow kindly folk from parking outside of Chez Craic, 
then has the cheek(get it?) to park his massive Crackmobile outside some other innocents’ abode!
The seal offshore, goading the glaring fishermen with a nonchalant partaking of brekkie right in front of their glaring eyes.
The old gorilla rope given to me by our much loved builder fresh out of their cage at Port Lympne 
zoo. Packing up I carefully unwound it from the railings.  Out of nowhere sparrows appeared keen
 to help me clear the the hairy 
bits left in amongst the plants.  Ruefully I smiled as I watched them work... Wimpy Homes eat your heart out, them there sparrows know how to make a cosy home?  The funny thing was, all along I have missed the garden birds having to content myself with gulls, crows and the odd starlings and then out of nowhere the sparrows arrive! 
Funny old world... 





Monday, 1 April 2019

Two weeks on...

Wednesday will see us gone... I can hardly believe it.
Our buyers came to view on Friday, we haven’t seen them for months.  Then a call from the people who bought our last cottage to ask if it was convenient for them to visit. Their first... how strange was that?
Both sets of buyers were the first to view and decided there and then.  With all the hassle we have had with this transaction I just couldn’t get it out of my head that lightning doesn’t strike twice in the same place!
It did!  Added to which Geoff coming from Goudhurst seemed to have a comfort blanket effect on my worries that we should never have left.  His visit squared the circle allowing me to kick the regrets into touch and move on.

I am also happy to announce I am now back in Google’s good favour and am allowed to comment as me again!

A win-win situation.


A lovely photograph of Lettice who I take my blog name from.
Much loved and sadly missed

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