It was a hive of activity in our cul- de-sac on Wednesday. I heard some commotion just after Harriet left for work and went up to spy out of the spare bedroom window. A landscape gardening van with trailer and 3 tree surgeons had pulled up across both Sally’s and Sandy’s drive and were cutting up a tree or bush, I dunno, I couldn’t see properly. Then Derek & Sally disappeared down the alleyway with one of the tree surgeons and I noticed that all the cars seem to be at home at number 10. I took myself off to the gym and when I returned the white van was still there and Sandy was just moving her car. I haven’t seen Sandy or her car for a while and wondered whether she had gone away on holiday. She called me over and took me inside her house to see where the tree had been chopped down in her garden. Apparently the tree was seriously over hanging next door and Sally wanted it chopped down, at her expense I might add. It looked very bare but I guess it will be better when spring arrives. It made me realise how private out back garden is and actually we have nobody that overlooks us. We are lucky and I will be sad to move, if ever that happens.
Sandy asked about Phil and I asked her where she’d been staying. She said that she’d been staying with a friend who had just split up with her hubbie and had only returned to oversee the tree chopping. Julia, Sandy’s lodger was home and came down the stairs to say hello; she said she hadn’t been very well so when I went back home and put my shopping away, I took her over some of my homemade tomato soup, which is very nice even I do say so myself.
This week has been a long one and I’m very glad it’s over. I have some bad starts to my days. On Tuesday my new laptop died and it took me nearly an hour to get going, which made me late to the gym. On Wednesday morning, I was grumpy because Phil had kept me awake half the night and yesterday morning I was just about to set off for the gym when Harriet phoned to say her car had broken down¸ AGAIN! I said I’d hang around for a bit just in case she needed a lift for work. And, sure enough about 10 minutes later she walked through the door. Thankfully she had managed to get it started again and was just about able to chug home. I dropped her off at the OU then went to the gym. It was half nine by this time I got in the changing room so I was an hour behind schedule. Hey ho, I decided just to do 45 minutes but when I opened my sports bag I found all my kit was soaked. My water bottle top had come off somehow and soaked all my stuff. I swore out load and would have turned around and gone home, had I not of already been half naked. Wet Lycra is not nice; I tried to dry it off with the hairdryer but to no avail. I just about managed my 45 minutes but couldn’t wait to finish and strip off and shower. What a relief!!
I stopped by at the market on the way home and stocked up with veggies. During the cold period I have been lazy and bought them from Asda but with the amount I am using these days, it’s got to be the market every time, not only is it cheaper but the produce is fresher. I have coped well with the cooking this week, we finished the cauliflower and broccoli soup, the new batch of the tomato has already been eaten and yesterday I cooked a barrel of pea and mint soup which should do us for the weekend. I’m a bit worried about today’s lunch though, I have got whole fresh mackerel which I intend to bake in lemon juice. Trouble is, Phil doesn’t really do fish so I might just make up a fresh parsley sauce to accompany it. Butter is not really allowed but I suppose a few dribbles isn’t going to do too much damage.
Phil has, once again, been very good on the diet this week but the weight loss has slowed right down. Only a 2 pound loss this week but I guess that’s okay, at least he is still going down. Now I have got the prostrate diet sorted, well sort of, we have now got to work on the exercise. I think I may have solved the problem, I found a second cross trainer on the gum tree site yesterday and all I need to do, if Phil agrees, is to sort out cash and delivery. Phil has been grumbling that my blogs have been boring and bland this week but I can’t help it, that’s just the way life pans out sometimes. To be honest I think I’ve got the January blues, I hate the British winter with a passion. And it’s not just me that feels like this, I had an email from Jill this week and she’s sick to death with the cold and just wants to be in the sunshine. Just wish I could go to sleep and wake up in April. Roll on spring………
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