Lookee Here.......

 Lookee here.....

This is to celebrate “one year of hats.I’m not sure if the yarn bomb means she’s been making these for the pillar boxes for a year or whether it’s some strange millinery celebration .😉 

Sadly, not the best of weeks. After being let down by British Gas on Friday they did turn up on Monday, had a look, couldn’t fix it because a part was required. The engineer returned on Tuesday and appeared to sort the problem. And although the leak has been fixed a problem resulting from the leak hasn’t been fixed. So they have to come back tomorrow. It’s strange though, some sixth sense stopped me from putting everything back into the airing cupboard. I’m really glad I didn’t.

I refuse to go into detail about my health anymore. Suffice to say I am so fed up and worn down by all I really don’t know what to do.

On a happier note my next door neighbour’s cat now allows me to pet him. In fact he comes running up to me and rubs against my legs. I’ve spent a couple of very pleasant half hours in the garden playing with him. It lifts my heart to spend time with an animal.

Isn’t he beautiful?

The government have been criticised for not making a huge announcement about telling people not to travel to hotspot Indian variant areas.It’s been put on the government website but apparently people felt it should’ve been done so with a few whistles and bells. Because clearly people lack the intelligence and common sense to understand implicitly that you don’t willingly travel to the area that is “enjoying” a surge of a coronavirus variant that may be more transmissible than any of the previous ones. What is the matter with people?

In the early hours of Friday morning my phone rang. It woke me up, obviously. But I didn’t get to answer it because it rang off. It didn’t even go to answerphone. I wasn’t unduly concerned because it appeared to be my friends from the United States. And I figured they suddenly realised the time difference and cancelled the call. Later the next day I had a call on my landline from an unknown mobile. While I was dithering whether to answer it or not it rang off, again, without going to answerphone. Once more I didn’t think much of it. I thought that perhaps the person realised it was a wrong number. However when BritishGas tried to phone me and the call cut out. When they rang back and I tried to answer I could hear nothing but white noise I began to think something was up. And having tested the line with digital phone and an analogue phone getting the same result with both, I knew there was a problem. However the telephone company assured me there was no fault on the line. They told me they would send an engineer out and if the fault was theirs there was no charge, if the fault was mine it would cost me £85. I booked the appointment for Tuesday, the earliest  they could do. I tested the line again on Saturday. Still no joy. Didn’t bother on Sunday.Then on Monday the gas engineer phoned me and I picked up and took the call perfectly! But I was so amazed that the phone is working again I barely registered but he was saying. And I couldn’t wait for him to go so that I could test the line again. It all seems to be okay at the moment so I’ve no idea whether it was a fault beyond my control or whether it was “just one of those things”. Watch this space I guess.

Not much really to report since the last post. My friend has come back from the lodge in Somerset and we had a catch up one morning on the cliffs last week. But our timings seem to be out and we keep missing each other. In other news I’ve heard the cuckoo twice! I’m very relieved. It was getting to be tantamount to cuckoo wars up there. Everybody was wanting to hear it. Those who did were envied  by those who hadn’t. I think I was one of the last. And I saw a jackdaw yesterday morning. I like them.

It looks as if the weather might improve next week. Not before time. All that rain has turned garden into a jungle. It’s beyond me to keep it nice I think. So it’s going to be full of weeds and wildflowers. Hopefully the bees will benefit.