Saturday, June 30, 2007

Where's Noah when you need him?

I am at two with nature - Woody Allen

After checking out the weather earlier and deciding that the garden was no place to be, I sort of stood for a while gazing out at the unremitting rain, thinking of nothing in particular. After some moments a tune, together with a few words, crept into my head: rain, rain, rain - rain, rain, rain - rain, rain, rain, r...ain (aren't lyrics uninspiring when just written down, like this?) Of course, it's the chorus to Didnt It Rain, popular in the far-off days of my childhood. Then came the problem - who recorded it? I convinced myself that it was The Deep River Boys but thought I'd better check it out, just in case. Appears I was wrong and it was the great Frankie Laine, who sadly died last February. Same era though.

(Incidentally, whilst checking out The Deep River Boys, I noticed a list of groups in the same genre one of which was called 'The Brown Dots'. Would that name be allowed today? Or even 'The Inkspots'?)

With nothing better to do I set myself to exercise my tired old brain by think of all songs about rain, without resorting to Google, unless desperate.

First up was this: - and yes I did Google for the picture

2. It Might As Well Rain Until September - Carole King
3. It's Raining in my Heart - Buddy Holly
4. Raindrops Keep Falling on my Head - ?Burt Bacharach
5. Rainy Days and Mondays - The Carpenters
6. Just Walking in the Rain - Johnnie Ray
7. Rainy Night in Georgia - Randy Crawford
8. I Can't Stand the Rain - Tina Turner
9. Come Rain or Come Shine - loads of people, including Billie Holiday, Rosemary Clooney, Ella Fitzgerald, Frank Sinatra
10. The Day That the Rains Came Down - Jane Morgan
11. It's Raining Men - Weather Girls
12. Listen to the Rhythm of the Falling Rain - ??
13. Somewhere Over the Rainbow - the little girl, aged 6, whose name I can't remember, who didn't win that talent show that was on the other day
14. September in the Rain - Frank Sinatra
15. Sing a Rainbow - ??
16. Raindrops on Roses - Julie Andrews
17. Here Comes the Rain Again - The Eurythmics
18. Purple Rain - Prince
19. Laughter in the Rain - Neil Sedaka
20. It Never Rains in Southern California - ??

Well that's it - bet there's loads more. Perhaps the brain is still working.

Check this out

Got this from As a Dodo. It's a bit long but worth sticking with if only for the very end sentiment.

We've also got a BBC documentary about Cherie's life at Downing Street to look forward to. No doubt we'll find out how misunderstood she was and, at heart, she's a pretty straight sorta gal.

Ho hum.

Thursday, June 28, 2007

It's HOW MUCH??????

Money talks........... but all mine ever says is 'goodbye' - anon
Back to the vet's today. Results of blood tests. Final check-up. Nothing AT ALL wrong with cat. In fact in very good nick for his age. Thank you.

That'll be £210 pounds, please. Gulp.

Monday, June 25, 2007

Peep Bo

I've come back out of hiding. The cat started to perk up about 5 minutes before we were due to leave for the appointment with the vet and by the time we got there he was ready, claws drawn.

She couldn't find much wrong with him except for a raised temperature and came to the conclusion that he was 'under the weather'. So he had an injection and we've got to go back tomorrow.

It's my turn now to cover my eyes and someone else can go and hide!

No title required

When I came down to breakfast David said 'Haven't seen any sign of Mitch'.

Now this is very, very unusual because for a cat who likes to eat every hour, or so it seems, after a night without sustenance breakfast is the meal he can hardly wait for. When he hadn't appeared by 10.30 I went looking for him (in very heavy rain) and found him sitting under a tree at the bottom of the garden, appearing to not really be aware of his surroundings. I persuaded him to follow me back indoors where he wandered about a bit and then made for the sofa where he is now. It is very obvious to me that all is not well.

I've phoned the vet and have an appointment at 3.05 and I'm not looking forward to the outcome.

I haven't liked 2007 very much so far. I want to run way and hide ....again.

Friday, June 22, 2007

Ah, The Shed

He looked about as inconspicuous as a tarantula on a slice of angel food - Raymond Chandler

In her comment on my previous post, Jo pointed out the error of my ways in not including her visit yesterday and the inspection of the New Shed which, from this point forward, I will call 'Ottilie'. You see, where we once had fairies at the bottom of our garden, we now have Ottilie. She is an attractive shade of green and is very inconspicuous.

Ottilie was born out of the need for Ottershaw Players to find a new home for their costumes and I agreed to be the midwife and adoptive mother. Now all that is needed is to decant the stuff that has accumulated over more years than anyone cares to remember from Joan's loft to Ottilie's cosy interior.

Like this only green and bigger - --------------------------------------

Thursday, June 21, 2007

A day in the life of................

The ordinary acts we practice every day at home are of more importance to the soul than their simplicity might suggest - Thomas Moore (no, not my grandson aged 11 but the chap who lived from 1779-1852)

See, one of the reasons I'm not prolific with my blogging is that it isn't often I come across things to write about which will interest and amuse anyone who might want to read my offerings without being bored to death. So I've set myself a challenge to describe my day in an interesting and amusing manner and any of you that die............ well, it comes to us all eventually.

Didn't make it into the garden today because having discovered during my morning ablutions that we were down to the last roll of loo paper and then the cat had to make do with dried food (meoughw), thought I'd better charge up my ipod shuffle (imperative for me to listen to Barry Manilow whilst grocery shopping) and make my way to Woking, where I could buy some cheap t-shirts in Primark and then head on over to Morrisons, a supermarket that I want to try out as various people have told me that their prices are very reasonable.

Woking isn't a great metropolis. It isn't as good as Kingston or Guildford but much, much better than Chertsey and the other small, local towns. I managed to make my way through the bustling shoppers without getting my bum pinched like MaryB and, to my delight, discovered that a Farmer's Market was being held in the town square. Bought plants, a pie, a couple of goat's cheeses and would have bought a delicious looking strawberry tart if the guy serving could have found a gap in his phone conversation about going to the pub tonight to serve me.

Dived into New Look as they had 20% off of everything. I'm getting used to the strange looks I get from the 16-year-olds who work in there at this overweight old lady rummaging through the rails. Perhaps they think I'm shopping for my granddaughter.

I like to treat going to the check-out in Primark as a sort of game. The idea is to look at the price tickets on whatever you've bought and then try to guess how much you'll be charged (it's always less). For example, today I bought 2 t-shirts priced at £4 each, the girl scanned them and said '£5 please'. Happens nearly every time.

Uneventful (except stopping off to buy 8 Millies Cookies for later) return to the car park and then on to the supermarket where I did super-big shop for food, groceries and a few other essentials (and some non-essentials). Pleasantly surprised when the bill came to only (??) £160 as I truly was expecting much more. (I never, ever thought I'd find myself saying only £160 when shopping for food!)

A Few Random Thoughts on Supermarket Shopping - why do people have to stop at the end of aisles to check their shopping lists/talk to their friends, etc. so that there's no room to pass?
are they the same people who have to stand smack bang in the centre of the aisle, usually bending down, while they spend ages trying to decide which brand of baked beans or whatever they are going to buy?
in the car park do drivers think that they are still protected by their vehicle as they make their way to/from their cars on foot or do they have a death wish?
why do some people start to queue at the check-out before they've actually finished their shopping, leaving their trolley to save their place while they nip around for stuff they've forgotten?

Anyway, back home, fill up the fridge and the cupboards, feed the cat on stuff he actually likes (why don't they make mouse flavoured cat food?) and pick up Thomas from school. I'm reminded of something he said the other day: "Is the word for someone who doesn't believe in God an 'orthodontist'?"

Quick check of emails, note that I've got one 'comment' and a few requests for stuff that I've put on the Freecycle website and then a quick look at my favourite blogs. Liked a piece on Colin Campbell's blog about condoms fitted with vibrating rings being sold in India and the Indians getting shirty because they have been described as 'sex toys'. Colin reckons that soon they'll be fitted with 'romantic ring tones'! How about Everything's Coming up Roses?

Whilst loading the dishwasher I managed to spill some cooking oil on the floor without noticing and then stood in it. Luckily I managed not to break my neck and mopped it up. I must say that it left quite a shine on the laminate but remained quite slippery. I did toy with the idea of leaving it as it was and then luring David into doing a Torvill & Dean routine with Bolero being played on a vibrating condom but then thought better of it!!

That's about it really. Can't make dozing off in front of the telly sound very interesting or amusing and now my day is nearly over. So night, night everyone. Hope you're not too bored (or dead).

PS The cat's got his revenge - half a chewed fish and a mouse on the back doorstep

Wednesday, June 20, 2007

Almost everything in the garden's lovely

When weeding, the best way to make sure you are removing a weed and not a valuable plant is to pull on it. If it comes out of the ground easily, it is a valuable plant. ~Author Unknown

I believe I mentioned yesterday that my project this year is to DEFINITELY get my garden under control. When I left work, which was in 1999, I imagined that I would spend all my time in the garden. Then I discovered amdram and Ottershaw Players and, well, where does the time go? But I am determined. No more shilly shallying, every spare minute is being spent chopping, pruning, digging, weeding. Some of the results you can see above and some of what's left to do is below.

I've done about a quarter of it now (and they was the easier bits) so there's still a way to go. But armed with my ipod and a variety of audio books I must say I'm having a really good time.

Today my entertainment was Bill Bryson's Life & Times of the Thunderbolt Kid. Great storytelling and so evocative of how the world used to be and growing up in the fifties. Good stuff.

Tomorrow it's going to be Billy Connolly (OK, so it's not a book but it'll make me laugh) and Ned Sherrin's autobiography, which will also probably make me laugh.

Now to dig the dirt from under my nails, have a relaxing shower and then I'll just about be ready for a nice glass of Chianti.


Tuesday, June 19, 2007

It's been a long, long time

OK - so I haven't been around for a while - but I have been keeping an eye on you all.

Pete's wonderful production of Whose Life is it Anyway? kept me on my toes and I've made 'getting my garden back into shape' my project for this year. Then there's Jo's garden and Pete & Kath's new house and garden to think about, although I haven't given them as much time as I would have liked.

But mainly I've been a bit pre-occupied for the past few months. You know, you're jogging along nicely, living your life, having a laugh, having a moan, planning stuff. Then out of this everyday ordinariness something leaps out and kicks you in the teeth, or bites you in the bum, or makes you want to run away and hide which you don't do because that wouldn't help anybody, would it? Anyway, we had some news that knocked me for six so I haven't been able to do anything that requires too much concentration or thought. Things are looking brighter now and, hopefully, the problem will be cleared up before too much longer.

Today I've booked tickets to see Chicago and Slava's Snowshow in September. If you haven't seen the Snowshow I can thoroughly recommend it, although it's hard to describe. It's mainly clowns, lots of small pieces of paper and HUGE balloons!! and as for Chicago - well, who can resist all that jazz!!!!!