Sorted

I have sorted building insurance for the two properties we are about to own and cancelled cover on our current home as from Thursday. Vodaphone and T-Mobile have our new correspondence address and the Council Tax dept at the Local Authority are set to refund most of the payment they will snatch from my account tomorrow. It has been a day punctuated by e-mails and phone calls as I work my way through a list of people I need to contact about our move. It is now nearly time to walk the dogs, they are giving me meaningful looks at the moment and I fear the nagging will start very soon.

What a Lovely Thought

Only two days to go now before it's moving day. We went into Sleaford yesterday morning to meet with our solicitor, answer final questions and sign contracts. Yesterday afternoon I managed to recycle a stack of kitchen gear, sold the bread maker and cut the grass. Himself made a final sweep of the garage and low and behold, yet another tip run!
Today I will mainly be doing cupboards and Joe will be taking his shotgun to a Gun Dealer. I know I shouldn't wish my life away but, ......but four to six weeks from now we should be back on Caxton full-time. What a lovely thought!

Sunny Sunday

I took myself off with Fletcher and Floyd yesterday afternoon, enough of clearing cupboards it was too good a day to waste, and headed for the Grimsthorpe Estate again. I have lived in Lincolnshire for five years now and only once visited the Castle and until a couple of weeks ago I hadn't been in the park; now I am about to leave these parts I find this veritable gem on my doorstep.

Below, this horse chestnut tree is smothered in burrs - think of all that lovely burr-chestnut to be produced when it is felled.

On our way back I heard a two-stroke motorbike in the distance. As the noise got closer I stopped, turned towards it and waited. Over the brow of a hill appeared the front wheel followed by the helmet and shoulders of the rider who seeing me in the dip looking at him, promptly stopped. I continued to wait and look, a short conversation with his pillion passenger ensued before both dismount. The rider then proceeds down the hill on foot towards me taking his helmet off as he goes.

"Eh, sorry, do yer know where Park farm is?"

I replied No.

"Is it this way?" indicating going past me.

I again replied No.

"Yer don't want me here do yer?"

I replied No, I did'nt.

"Can I go back the way I've come?"

I nod.

"Are yer going to call the Police?"

Producing my mobile from my pocket I reply, maybe.

"Sorry, I'll go back then Ok?"

I nod.

So off he goes back up the hill, mounts his bike, pillion climbs back on and off they go to disturb somewhere else....leaving me to continue walking in peace and them thinking they had just had a close encounter with the owner of a stately home - must have been the tiara...

The two dogs have a different approach to styles, Fletcher is up and over in a trice, you just have to insist that you go first or he takes you out en route, while Floyd looks for any gaps below or to the side before stumbling up the steps throwing himself over; elegant he ain't!

What's That?

It's a Wabbit!!!!

Must have..

An afternoon spent emptying kitchen drawers and cupboards - Yes exhilarating stuff - this Gel knows how to enjoy herself! Why oh why have I accumulated so much cutlery and cooking utensils for goodness sake, I'm not Delia Smith, I don't do dinner parties yet if there is a spare drawer it seems to get filled! Then there are the cupboards of 'must have- barely used-now redundant equipment' :the bread maker, the lovely chrome cappuccino maker, the deep fat fryer that has NEVER been used and the food processor with every chopping, grinding and whisking implement ever made.
I feel an urgent free-cycle session coming on...

Great Race

The first F1 of the season got off to a great start with Jenson Button securing victory for the Brawn Team and GB. Next week Malaysia!

Going Quizzical

Last night we found ourselves in the Coronation Hall at Market Deeping taking part in a Quiz to raise funds for the Market Deeping Bowls Club - one of our friends is a member. We didn't win, or even come close for that matter, but nevertheless we acquitted ourselves pretty well . Our strategy was a bit wanting however, knowing where to play the Joker would have helped; as it was, our choice didn't do us any great favours when you are out to slay the opposition.
This photo is Joe indicating that the contents of the glass are **xzz** ginger beer! Himself was on driving duty of course...