Sun and whizzing, it's the fifth …. in The odd entries from life …….

  • Nov. 6, 2014, 2:09 a.m.
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We have found the little trick that seems to get the works here every day, it is not clearing the cars from the drive, for a few weeks we were up with the lark; there quite lazy in Cornwall! My car was driven to a part of the lane where it is a little wider and it is strait, that makes parking out of sight more suitable, the mini was taken a few yards where two cars can just in; the mini or my car can fit in with the regular BMW in that spot!

Then just recently we went several days with a visit from the workers, so we keep the cars home, so we just had to get up and wait to see what happens; and what happened for a few days were nothing! This week the weather forecast didn’t look a good week for working outside, and the workers have been here every day, which means when they arrive I’m up and out, my cars is sharing the space with the BMW, my Hyundai mixing with German’s best! Then I walk back and drive the mini a few yards forward just out of the way ….

I think we will keep our cars here until the we see the whites of there eyes, this morning I had sat down with my morning espresso coffee, and a plate with two slices of toast with marmalade, I had just taken a bite from the first slice when Sweetheart called out ‘their here, did you hear me, their here’ and there was I swallowing toast – changing my reading glasses for the normal ones – and starting to chance my slippers; talk about being on the go …..

It seemed rather calmer first thing, I took Ziggy out first and then Lola, then there is gap while we let their raw meat breakfast to warm after a night in the fridge; than after Ziggy’s second outing there was the first call of the day ‘Look out side’ and I did!

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The morning rainbow ….

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As Rainbow’s go this one was bright, I can’t recall a rainbow before breakfast before.

Our day that began looking a little dower but picked up through the morning, so I went into Perranporth, a list short enough I could remember what I was told to get. My Daughter came with me, I parked in the seafront car park and watch her heading with Lola to the beach. With it being November now I found my £1 fee to park give me four hours through the winter; as soon as the weather improves – March the first – we will be back to sixty minutes.

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For the Fifth of November the beach could pass for the fifth of September, but I got on with my list; where ever it was; just as well I remembered!

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My walk though Perranporth was quite pleasant, I passed very few people walking and there were hardly any people in the Co-op, but I did manage to get behind the only man with a bag full. I wandered back the way I had come, taking the short way to the car park, I expected the Mini to be empty as I had told my Daughter I would meet her at the car an hour letter; and there they were thirty minutes early.

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The one on the left is Eric ………..

I was told Lola had got over excited, so they had returned early, there were not many on the beach; I think Lola was trying to hard to call her fans to her!

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Note one. Late this afternoon our workers started gathering there tools, then a lorry arrived squeezed in between there small van and Sweethearts Mini; we couldn’t take our eyes away! A few minutes latter all that was theirs was on the lorry, the two how worked here were nice people, work as quite as they could, only once unplugged the freezer; it just that they don’t tell us what or when – I would have moved the Mini …..

And that was that, it felt rather quiet for a while; but nothing lasts …..

Note two. Just after six pm, and all is quiet, Ziggy and Lola have been in the lounge for a while with the television turned, if I remember Stockport correctly the younger’s children’s quieter loud fireworks going whizz all over; and as the evening progresses so to the fireworks – in cost –and in whizz and in volume – and the shout come ‘turn up the television I can still hear them …..’


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