Do not let anyone kid you! this last few days here have been chaotic. If nobody comes all day I feel 'alone': if there is a constant stream of visitors throughout the day I get frustrated by the trek back and forth to the front door. The last week that is just what it has been like. Walking with a frame is slow work.
Don't misunderstand me - friends are always welcome - in fact I love all of them being here and rejoice in the fact that I am so lucky to have such good ones. (where would I be without you T - solver of all my problems - do call and see my lovely shiny stop tap which has replaced that bodged up job that was there before) .
But this is the pattern for the afternoon. a) the doorbell went (Westminster Chimes and very loud - you can't miss them). Two chaps stood on the door step, one of them smiling as though he knew me well. Oh yes, he did but he has grown a beard (who hasn't - even half of the MPs seem to grow one every time there is any kind of a break which gives their whiskers time to shoot up). By the time I had shown them the offending stop tap in the kitchen (for the outside tap and best turned off in winter, especially when wintry temperatures are forecast)., my tea had grown cold.
They were here for an hour putting in a stop tap. As they went down their drive another vehicle drew up so I didn't both to close the door. "Come in and I'll get my cheque book out of the Computer Room "and pay you". I maywell become the last person not to bank on line. A lady who lives just down the road kindly shops mid week for anyone who wants groceries (bananas, oranges, grapes, bread, ((crumpets)) -for a small charge. It is a super service for anyone like me who has difficulty getting out.
As I said good-bye to her the Post Van drew up and - what fun - socks and mittens from Ilkley/Italy arrive - Blogland is filled with such lovely characters. Jenny Peacock has knitted me some gloves and some socks - I can't wait to open the parcel. So that is the order of the day - draw the blinds, lock all doors, turn the fire up. toast the crumpets and open the parcel. Thank you so much T for seeing to the tap, advising a new stop tap and chatting to the plumber for me and thank you Jenny in advance for the socks - I will thank you again and post off the wool when I go near a Post Office next week. Tell you this though - the parcel will not be as professionally packed as yours is. Only a couple of days back after that long journey and you can manage a parcel like that - brilliant.