CAN I ASK YOU?

Do you ever get the urge to do something at the drop of a hat?

Take me this morning, I came home, having been for a long swim and sat on the settee munching my breakfast and thinking about how I was going to spend my day. Leisurely I thought, a quick food shop, an hour or two in the garden potting up some geraniums and later plenty of knitting.

Well, that was my plan until I had this sudden whim that THE settee, my breakfast seat, would look good on the other side of the lounge. I shot off to get the hoover, duster and my "feather flick", a must for evicting spiders, their webs and inoffensive daddy long legs from their slumbers.

I was like a woman possessed pushing and pulling the blasted settee which would appear to have castors that neither move left or right, backwards or even forwards. Finally I had moved all the other furniture to their final destination and I sat back, relaxed and had a coffee before making one last push to move the settee in place.

Can you guess what happened next?

Well there's obviously a reason why the settee has never made it to that particular area of the lounge before because as I found this morning, basically the gap isn't big enough! 

So how stupid am I?

I did have a good reason to move the settee, I thought how nice it would be if I could sit in the afternoons, doing my knitting and looking out at my lovely garden, through out the summer months. (Sorry, I'm biased, it's my garden, so I can think it's lovely!)

This photo wasn't taken this morning as it's pretty miserable out there today but sometime over the sunny bank holiday weekend.
As for the settee it's still wedged where I left it! I've had another coffee since then and regaled by woeful tale to you all. But now I do have to go back to the lounge to face the consequences of my actions.
As for the geraniums, they're still waiting!!

HELLO, MY NAME IS PETER!

This little chap is a new addition to our family!

Rob popped in on his way home, after collecting the little puppy. As yet he has only his kennel name, Peter.

Now as that is Kate's partner's name, I don't think that's very appropriate. Can you imagine, every time we ask "another beer Pete?"

 the poor dog will think it's for him.

I'm sure between Jo, Rob and the children they will come up with a more suitable name.

In the meantime more importantly, he knows that I'm Granny and I've already made clear to him one of my ground rules and told him he's not to dig up my garden.

We will get on famously, I'm sure!

Do you like my pumpkin flowers?

I think they're really bright and colourful. At least they've brightened up my garage wall. I'm not expecting the pumpkins to grow, I just like the flowers! 

Michael's leg is still plastered, as you would expect but we're hoping that an operation he's having this week will help with his recovery, fingers crossed! What with Michael not being able to get around and the kitchen fitters not doing what they're supposed to be doing, life this past week has been hectic and frustrating.

Hopefully on Monday, the kitchen company will endeavour to figure out a plan to rectify the issues but if not,  I'll still be using my washing machine as an island in the middle of my kitchen and not an appliance to wash clothes in.

If this is the case, when I write my blog next weekend, I will be naming and shaming the kitchen company involved.

The simple question for them is -  how far can you stretch the patience of a woman?