10 September 2015
Both Jason and I have never been good gardeners, and to be honest could quite easily live without one. Getting rid of a garden, unless we have a Villa, is a weight lifted!
An undignified ending to our garden parties at Gay Capri. A pool in tatters, sat on by our fat cat, Precious, clawing by Lily, fell in by Princess Jamie and myself. The end of, naked pool dancing with Jason and Jay. The end of me laying fully clothed, drinking a bottle of wine, listening to Cher, fully immersed in water at 5am in the morning. The end of some bloody funny, memorable and stupendous times, that we shall never forget.
All rolled up, put in bin liners and shoved into the wheelie bin, for the dustmen, god love em, to refuse to take, because it is the wrong type of rubbish. Get a grip Council. What the hell is the right type of rubbish. A yellow label on the side of the bin and a fine, for daring to defy Southampton City Council. That is one thing I shall not miss in Spain!
Just got the garden furniture, gazebo, which is a mess and falling apart to get rid of. Just before we leave, Jay Greaves can have the pleasure of burning the bloody lot. I never, ever want to see it again.
We have been sorting out the garden for the last few days. Lots of bits and bobs to get rid of, before we move to spain.
The swimming pool has been dismantled and the area is as clear as it can be! I have kept my two olive trees, as I want to take them to Spain with us. We have had them many years, and they almost feel like a good luck charm!
BYE BYE POOL!
That is the end, of outdoor living in the biggest house in the street. Gonna miss you old girl.
Blogging in the garden, thinking of fonder times, with friends, up in my box like. I'll always remember what made my life here so fun and special and put the rest of what happened behind me. Positivity all the way now, it's the only way forward for an Old Queen like me!
I rarely sit in the garden to be honest. My meds are playing havoc with my limbs. I have Restless Leg Syndrome and am as shaky as hell. That is just me. Jason is also wrestling with his own demons on his pills. What a pair we are.
Without Jay and Chris, our lives would be even more insane than they are now. We have a lot to thank both of them for! Love you guys!
Look who came to visit! Our Kirsty and Imogen. Haven't seen these two in a while, and they both look fantastic. Imogen has a bit of a sniffle, but she is so young. Kirsty is staying for Dinner and Baby Imogen is just being fed!
09 September 2015
went through all my old statements, old paperwork, over 25 years, and through the lot on the bonfire. It was kind of liberating, watching them all burn, along with old cards, postcards and wooden shelving.
Like always I got bored after an hour, and settled down to watch television. It was the perfect opportunity to get rid of stuff. Jay wasn't here and if you mention fire around her, she just wants to burn everything in sight!
Half a tonne of paperwork done, only two filing cabinets worth to go. But that was for another night. There is only so much, 'Burning of ones Bridges', one can take at any given time. I was all burnt out!
Last night we decided to start burning paperwork. Rather I decided, since I am on my new medication, and I am forever doing stuff, I thought I'd light a fire.
My shredder has had it and Chris needs the ash for some experiment or another he is conducting, the night was great, beautiful sky, so ideal time to get burning.
I'm not usually good with fires. They never tend to burn, so, I did not hold out much luck to be fare. Once the thing took hold it was roaring at one stage. Jason even got back from Dales, where he was doing the Wedding music and told me off, as apparently it was too close to the house. In all honesty I am not that great with common sense tasks, so he was probably right.
So Jason and I have been walking around Gay Capri, looking like a pair of idiots. Wearing our new shoes,hoping to avoid full on bloody carnage on our big day. So far no bleeding!
06 September 2015
We reckoned she looked like the camp Asian guy on X Factor, especially with that toothy grin. The thing of dreams! She has been with so many men since I have known her, I have lost count. Only joking sister, I don't mean that, well maybe a little!
Natalee, dear, dear Natalee, oh how you rock my world. Everyone needs a Natalee in there life. She is a truly caring person, just like a daughter I never had and I love her so much.
She pops round as often as she can, drinks all my lager, eats all my cake and I love her for it. Without Nat, I would not be here today to blog this blog.
A real life saver in every sense of the word!