Monday…..🌸, I woke up after a restless night of a somewhat strange internal alarm clock that rudely goes off on the hour every single hour, …. Although I never fret about this any more ,it is however tiring…., I lay here and just feed my latest addiction for Nordic noir tv, ( something about these truely dark hour long episodes that keep me hooked more than anything I’ve seen in a long time, maybe it’s something to do with its glorious rugged landscapes …equally tough but somewhat flawed characters or just maybe those never ending keeping you on the edge of your seat twists and turns of the plots, but whatever it is it holds my concentration, fires the imagination and I’m not too proud to say I’m very addicted…..
Even though I’m awake, (well the light flooding through my half closed eyes tells me so anyhow) I’m still sleepy and ach….., I long for all the world to nestle back down in my fleece blanket nest, maybe listen to an hour of my audio book and drift away , ….but it is indeed a Monday morning and i just on the spare of the moment, I had arranged for a friend to come, pick me up and go shopping together, As you may or may not remember ,I’ve been strict with my food shop over the last few weeks, instead of on that whim just ordering ……I now think long and hard about what I actually need, I allow one shop per week, and whittle that down to a bare minimum…….this includes everything I need to feed myself and my Rabbit Cinnamon, …..I write out lists upon lists, scrub and add items over and over, ( this same list which I invariably,….. ok always leave behind as I walk out the door lol) but just the mere act of jotting it down the night before, seems to somehow keep it memorized in my otherwise brain fogged head……..I eventually rise from my bed, my sore back already shoots a pain through it to my side ( just a quick reminder it’s not going to let me have it easy as if that’s needed …..I do the inevitable sound effects that are part of my aging bodies routine now , the same reminder that tells me I must behave semi responsible, adult ( eventually like it or blooming not we all do have to wake up to realisation were grown ups, I hate it!!!!! , arghhhhh……
I have a swift three minute shower( no more no less) the water being it’s usual contrary self, alternating between really hot and Brrrrrrrr goose bumps on my goose bumps cold !, I sing whatever earworm is my latest( song in your head) loud enough to not only finish waking myself up, but everyone in any nearby county, Latest song bad habit Ed sheeran, least there’s a little comfort in the fact, I do actually like this song lol). Nothing worse than an earworm you hate….
I’ve fed Cinnamon, get my Garden birds hunger satisfied I’m off to an okish start of the day , I make a very much needed coffee, it’s already well passed coffee o’clock in my time clock , Sun’s over the yards arm or whatever that saying is…..( Yes I know that’s about alcohol, I’ve not quite been driven to this point as of yet!) …….I love that first mouthful of steaming hot coffee ” don’t you”?, No other drop tastes like that the rest of the day……I slurp it slowly with enormous satisfaction, ( this is a time it’s good to have a moment to yourself, just to enjoy and breathe ) ….I get dressed , my makeup on , all the time in my head i,m longing to cry off, …I’m tired, I hurt, I’ve a mouthful of crater like ulcers, that for some reason are like magnets for the tongue, a sore lump under my right breastical that gets made even more painful by that old fashioned torture garment ( The bra!) …..it would be so simple to lay back down, rest my head and sleep, …..but I don’t , stubbornly I keep myself busy … It’s at this point I hear from my friend it’s definitely on( shopping)……And I am in for a treat, we are going to the Range( I’ve never been to one before so keep my mind open, in truth I’ve no idea what to expect ,can’t be that bad right!!!!?. ( thank goodness I didn’t know before is all I can say lol
But before I go out , I must release MR B…..( Who is just that,.?…. a bee yeah I know my imagination know no bounds lol) .. Story goes,,,the day before….I had put out some very long Voile curtains from my bedroom, upon the line( that needed washed before Autumn set in,) Somehow , to this day I will never know how though, . A tiny drone bee had managed to get trapped in one of its many folds, thank goodness they are light weight curtain,s ……I thought I had released him earlier that day, but at around seven that evening, there he was, in all his glorious fluffy black and yellowness, his tiny legs trapped and splayed, it became obvious to me fast that He was… 1… to weak to fly off,…. 2… his legs were not right, …..I picked up my tiny curtain captive , he showed no aggression, no fear , just sitting in my palm, …..I gently put him on a lobelia plant,there he set to work straight away, long curled tongue into the centre of each tiny white flower, he didn’t make any attempt at flight , between the flowers, he just crawled in an awkward fashion, …I knew within an instant I had to shelter Mr B. Over night, it was getting dark , chilly , he would not survive……..I went in found a tub, filled it with flowers and once again no struggling, picked up the exhausted little Bee, He spent the night in my conservatory, no lid on his pot, just tucked up under a pink Carnation head,.. ……And it was with huge joy and somewhat relief, I saw him crawling over his flowers next day, I waited till around 11am , when it was beginning to warm up, no wind so to speak,,,i held my breath , put a tentative finger in the pot, which he promptly clambered up on and there I proudly released my tiny house guest into a clump of lobelia heads, he drank hungrily for a few seconds only, then just suddenly took to the morning sky and I sighed happily, I had helped him on his way…..I was so moved as took to air and he soared…..
I had gulped my coffee , grabbed my bag just in time ,there was Debbie standing looking wonderfully bright and breezy at my door, I am feeling like I should be used as Halloween decor on the front porch ……I did my best to put on the show ( the smile I use like others use a favourite jumper to go out with…..deep down i,m uncomfortable, I have this bone grating sensation in the small of my back , but you would never tell, I’m a master actor, deserve an Oscar at times …..now there’s a thought lol, ….we chatted brightly about our gardens, the odd weather we are having and life’s many great mysteries…..
when we arrived at “the Range”, ……why didn’t any of you tell me about this? it’s like walking around the lake district without the beautiful views, it’s massive in there , ……Don’t get me wrong there’s a plethora of shiny , glittery things that scream at me on every turn of an aisle, I’m like a child at Christmas day, ..it’ even had a massive light up big Ben ewwww, I need one of these, straight away pops into my head…….I swiftly kick my aching ankle ” no Treez, bad woman” …….this happens the further on I walk, …..there’s huge fluffy fleeces , Sequined cushions, light up pictures of snow covered Christmas scenes……..hang onnnnnnnnn! Back space, back space , there’s do what now?, ….did I just seeeeee?????, to late I did! There is Christmas everywhere……I decide the only sensible thing to do is grab what I need and run for the hills …..Debbie has got lost somewhere deep in the undergrowth ,And I’m afraid I will never see her again, … I wonder fleetingly should I call out a team of mountain rescue guys, but decide this may not be wise , they would only come back with a sequin cushion or two each, a Christmas Dinosaur( I kid yea not) or pink fluffy bathrobe,s with matching mules… , ……..I settle for one or two items, look up from the shelves containing endless choice of rabbit treats , to see with horror I’ve no clue where I am or indeed where the entrance had got itself too, ……….if only I had crumbled up some Gluten free bread to find my way backkkkk.!…….after ten minutes I spot a landmark I recognised , the light up Big Ben!!! Yay I’ve found it!!!!!……I pay for my thing,s ,hurry out the doors just in case like on a scene from Harry Potter films, they move and I’m stuck here forever , forced to hunt down my own food or relieve myself behind a twinkling Christmas tree……..
when Debbie finally comes out loaded with her many bags , she finds me sat upon a very useful pile of child’s play sand, it made a comfy perch to wait , I didn’t worry about the odd stares I got from a passing few, which only increased rapidly when my love who, as you know is on video chat 24 /7 began talking suddenly, they must have thought I had one very deep masculine voice , many did a double take…..lol….we did our shopping in Morrison’s.had coffee and made our way home……by then my back had only just held up, ….I put away my items, And realise I’ve no Rye bread, ( none in stock at the shop) ….so sitting down still is just a pipe dream, .I set to making my daily bread , it came out rather rough looking sometime later that afternoon, but actually with a lump of cheese and some sauerkraut tasted damn good, ( either that or I was just really hungry……in the evening myself and Jesse decided to make banana bread , some strange face book recipe that I wasn’t convinced would actually work, but thereby my lovelies hangs a somewhat weird tale I must write you about ……..take care of you as always
My American Man In Purple Lace Corsets 