A Day in the Medder

Oim back! Oi've bin busy with ther 'ayin but tis all in and as June as bin a gentle month. Moi maids ave bin fair clemmed for all the foin fodder we as now. Fair kickin up their 'eels to be out in the medders.

Oi'll tell you who else is bin 'avin a bit of 'eel kickin and that is Mother! Oi ask you! She 'as taken up with the Toi Cheer in a big way. She goes with the other gals to the W.I every Wednesday and orf to the medders they goes. Tis a sight Oi tell you. Oi ain't never seen the loik. They used to sing' ymns and have cookery classes and such when moi dear Mother went to the W.I. Ladyloik that were. But not this lot. There they are out in the medders wavin' they arms around and makin roight fools of theyselves. If Oi says owt oi'll end up with moi 'ead in my 'ands for sure.

Toi Cheer is from that there Orient says Mother and is to keep her rejoovinatered whatever that may be when it's at 'ome.

And what is wrong with a makin a good Devon split says Oi with good clotted cream from moi maids and good jam from our brambles? That's what ee should be doin at that there W.I. Oi says to Mother.
She rolls her ois at me (lookin a bit loik our Buttercup when the grabbag is comin on). Gives me an eathinish few words and starts wavin 'er arms and legs at me! Terrifyin it is! Oi don't know where this will end but Oi tells ee now Oi draws the loin at that there spaghetti on moi plate!
Toi Cheer. Oi ask you!

Work

I was working yesterday and it felt great! I pitted by hand at least half a million cherries then cooked the little devils in their own juice. When they had cooled down they went into a jar and into the fridge. I know it doesn't sound like much but given the restrictions I am still labouring under I was thrilled to be able to do even that.There was company too so I was up and about until later on in the evening when Lola started moaning a bit. I was very glad to put my feet up but what a good feeling to have actually accomplished something!
Today we are stiff and a little sore so perhaps nothing more than a tour around the garden and some vicarious weeding. The garden is full of honeysuckle and Madonna lillies as well as a bumper crop of rasps. I have them for breakfast every morning.I can pick the perimeter while the two legged forage in the interior. Love rasps. Just love them!

Lola Steps Out

Lola has been out and about this week in the terrific heat and humidity.We shuffled across a parking lot and into a garden centre to buy some hanging baskets. It wasn't a lengthy affair. Dragging a walker around at the speed of a snail takes the puff right out of you.Today it was off to the grocery store, again another brief encounter but we got the job done. It was nice to get further afield and be semi normal. If I thought people shied away from me when I used a stick you should see them now. Little ones stare and their elders give enough room for an aircraft carrier to get by!I ask you!
Perhaps they think whatever is wrong with me is catching, sort of a modern twist on ringing a bell and calling "Unclean!"
We are up to the 4 week mark on Thursday, Lola and I. I may go mad and have a small glass of wine to celebrate. Lola and I with our devoted Minder of course can make another trip.This time to the Liquor Store. Just one mad gay whirl!

Whatever Lola Wants Lola Gets....

Here I am again. Turned up like a new penny with that saucy new hip Lola in tow. Dolores came to an ignominious end. I was asked to donate her to science but she and I had hepatitis way back in the day so poor Dolores went to the knackers.
Lola is being good but demanding. Loads of rules and regs as to what she can and cannot do.Push her too far and out she will pop and we don't want that!
Each day we venture forth a little more Lola and I, bearing in mind I am heading into my dotage. We trotted out into the hood yesterday and had a sniff of the neighbours roses.Then we tottered home and staggered around the garden for a bit.The boredom is stupendous!!!!!
I had an uneasy feeling the operation would be the least of my worries and I was right.
What can you do when you live in a shoe? Get laced that's what! but no, Percocet has taken that small joy out of my life though I take less of it each week. All depends on how stressed Lola is. Right now she is resting easy so I can sit for a bit and bash this out.
It's all fun and games until someone loses an eye and then it's a sport!