Transatlantic Coffee Mornings
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Today has been a strange day. (is there any other kind?) I went to bed, and managed to sleep at about six am. Then, at between ten and eleven am, I was woken by a strange rattling, jangling noise. And cos i sleep in the back room, I normally always leave my curtains open when I sleep. And this strange, rattling, jangling noise, was my window cleaner climbing up his ladder hastily towards my bedroom window. Yikes. So, after recovering from that little glitch, i remembered one of my best buds was going away today. My lifestyle in some ways is pretty limited as compared to most folks, yet, I have daily transatlanic coffee mornings, with two gels, who couldn't mean more to me if they were my blood sisters. Tho cos of the state of my blood tis probably a good job for them that they ain't. And the first words i will hear in a morning, is either Beth or Susan saying, Click here and we all go into guzzling, sippy sipping mode or even glugging.
And then I managed to somehow need to set to a plan of organizing my social life. Which may seem a bit strange given my circumstances, but my home will likely rock at times over the coming weeks.
Tomorrow, my house gets cleaned, by my friend and neighbour who has been doing this for me for almost the last two years. A clean home always lifts the spirits and morale. And she is much less expsensive than the local social services. Birmingham social services, which is the dept that deals with my needs in the U.K was voted teh worse social services system in the country last week and given a big fat zero in the scoring. Which is likely why my home adaptions will not be set to start till appro next Sept, two years after the application was first approved.
I used to watch a TV proggie in the 70's? maybe 80's... with Ronnie Barker and David jason, called Open all hours, which was a bout a corner shop keeper who was more tightfisted than Grinch, and he always used to end the proggie, by saying... "Its been a funny old Day" indeed it has. Funny, but not bad by any means. Sometimes, you just know that things are working, and the garden is growing, even if you still feel midgetized in a fully grown world in many ways.
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