Gwen returns to Dover after a sunny and also changeable holiday in Innellan

 

We got back to Dover late Sunday night after having a bloody murderous trip down. The traffic was horrendous. We left early to try and miss the bad weather, what with hurricane Bertha arriving from the states. The forecast was horrendous for the south east and the Midlands.

 In fact we managed to miss all the bad weather. Unfortunately the east of Scotland didn't fare so well.

Accidents and just pure volume of traffic, the tail light syndrome. Perhaps it was people heading back after their holidays. It was really stacked up as we passed by Manchester and then again on the great car park called the M25 near London Heathrow.

Gwen had a good time up in Scotland, enjoying the visits out for lunches and dinners. Its the only pleasure she gets these days as she cant walk anywhere and she cant remember anything that happened two minutes ago. She just lives in the moment. Why not.

 We are working hard to sort the garden out, building the shed and summer house. But the weather is against us

Managed to get it roofed out just before we got away. Send photos once l am back in Scotland. Images still in the camera.

Off to take Auntie Joyce out later today, but first l am off to see the solicitor, just sold our Deal house within three days of putting it up for sale, then its hair cut, sort Gwens tablets out and finish off a list of jobs to do.
Returning on the Wednesday to host a couple of old friends from Carlisle who are coming to stay for three days. 

 

but its not sold until the money is in the bank, so fingers crossed. or put it another way, its not sold until the fat lady sings

 




Then its back down to Dover before heading out to France. Where does time go!

Have just taken the car in for a service and had to replace all four tyres, one thing led to another and we ordered a new car for September. As Judith keeps telling me, live for today, you don’t know when tomorrow will never arrive.

Cheerful little soul.

Think l scared her when l fell off the ladder whilst doing the roof of the shed. Scared myself as l laid there with one leg trapped in the runs and me precariously balanced on a concrete ledge amongst the ferns. Kept hold of the matika drill. Too expensive to let go and allow to smash.

 

Hopefully if the weather improves l can finish off the shed come summer house come office come man cave come port of retreat.

Then its clearing more weeds ready to sow a wild flower meadow and turn over the vegetable patch before l set out the raised beds. Old farts need to have the garden closer to their hands, save them bending down. The creaks are not helped by copious amounts of WD40, its only copious amounts of liquid hooch that numbs the brain.