Sorry Wrong Number

It's been a quiet day.
Got up at 8 ish and walked the dogs, then we all went back to bed until 11...
Avocado on sourbread toast for breakfast
Then the beach with Dorothy and Mary.
Winnie is now too old for a sand walk
I didn't speak to anyone until 6 pm when I rang my friend Nigel for a natter
The village was dark and cold just now after Mary and I ventured out with a thank you letter to post
The letter was addressed to the manager of the building society who employed the wonderfully professional ( and heavily made up ) Leanne . The woman who after much pouting and computer effort sorted out my mortgage for me.
Her wonderful false eyelashes, which battered away like two pairs of butterfly wings always reminded me of Betty Boop's
She went beyond the usual hoops such works go to, in order for me to secure the cottage

I was reminded to send the thank you letter of praise after Friday morning's coffee and text break at work. Worrying that Dorothy was a bit loose in the bowel department I texted Paul , the sexy bearded dog walker with the following message

" Can you let me know if Dorothy has the shits today? She's already left a bloody skid mark on the bedsheets!" 

Only I didn't send the message to the " Hound"  hotel !!!
Oh nooooo..........
I sent it to Lianne at the Halifax  building society

Fair doos
Lianne was plucky enough to text me right back

" I will ask around the office for you but I don't think she will own up to anything as embarrassing!" 

How Lovely

Do you remember me telling you about the patient I " Ally mc Beal "danced with ?
Her relatives brought me in a gift organised by her today
Gin, proper tonic and a load of lovely fresh lemons with a covering hand written card

Dream Dinners

Yesterday I was sent a copy of a newspaper cutting from 1998
It was from the Sheffield Star 

What are your answers ??

Who would be on your guest list?

What would be your ideal venue?

What food would you serve?

What music would you play?

Who would you have doing the washing up?

Anyone you would not invite?

God I Looked young!

Damp

The cyclamens I planted out  atop the garden wall are struggling to bloom in their water soaked pots and everything outside looks a sad and wet brown/green
This winter has been consistently damp  and depressing and today's day off ( sandwiched between long work days) has found me pottering.
I had half arranged to catch up with Jason the affable despot at the pub, but what  I think I need more is some soup making, a long hot bath and a few telephone calls and so we've made a raincheck until the next pub quiz night.
From the kitchen window I can see Albert braving the drizzle as he sits quietly watching a mole hill growing in the graveyard.
He's got a thing about the moles since their recent and rather surprising arrival at St Michael's.
The evening mist shrouded the village in an anti social blanket as dusk fell
And the smell of spiced butternut squash filled the kitchen

Ally

A little while ago a patient asked me if I had a bucket list of my own

They died a day after our conversation 

" I want to have the confidence to be able to dance spontantiously in public" 

I told her

"Like they did on Ally McBeal" 

She replied

Understanding perfectly 

and we both did a version of this silly dance

In her sideroom

Me in my uniform and she in her pyjamas

Good Morning!

I wanted a lie in today

No way

Now I want to get to sleep

Fat chance

Before that I burnt my tea

And after a promising start

Had A very busy day

And now, I just

Want to

Kill, kill kill them all........

Soot

I got the forehead soot off for choir but missed the moustache bit.
( no hot water until later..)
Gentleman farmer Peter told me I looked like ageing Welsh Hitler!!!!
It was great to be back at choir tonight we learned another Norwegian Reindeer clapping song
And Jamie ( with his 1940s RAF moustache ) had us stepping in time again which amused Hattie no end

Dirty day

Today has been a dirty day
Ive swept the chimney , threw my first pot and still covered in soot and clay am just about to go to choir
The interbet is down and the chimney is still smoking