So I escaped to Kalkan for a few days - to make sure Mother was ok after her big op.
However, after a few days of oppressive Turkey heat I had had enough. Mother is doing very well...she is up on her feet and doesn't require much more than the occasional brew and a baked potato. Alan can manage that admirably. So I flew home early. I had really missed my home. George, the dogs and the hens. But mainly Stu...and the dust. While I was away the dust had multiplied. And there is very little remaining in the kitchen. The kettle and tea bags can be found under dust sheets on the remaining two feet of worktop. The good news is that the new kitchen units arrive this weekend. Then we begin the putting back together of the house. After so many weeks of destruction it will be a welcome relief to finally start to rebuild. So far this week... As neighbour Helen was off to get three new hens I took the trip with her and picked up a white one. Chosen because it was big and chunky. With nice markings. It was good to see that I am not the only one who finds it hard to choose a hen. Helen changed her mind several times! We've named ours Dolly after one of my Great Grandma's sisters (Nanan is named after Great Grandma and Gladys is named after one of the sisters I remember as a small child, who lived with Nanan in Greenwood Street in Altrincham - now a bar/restaurant or shop). Dolly is a real character. She escapes the wrath of Nanan by jumping onto my shoulder. Hilarious until I remember that she is currently doing very smelly and sloppy poos (probably down to the stress of the new home and a rather grumpy chicken coop mate). Today I attempted some lime render - in the kitchen fireplace. And according to Stu I did a really good job. I'm not sure I believe him. But I was happy enough with the results. Next week... I'm off to Bonn for a couple of days. To meet a chap from the International Paralympic Committee to be briefed on my next six month contract. So far it all seems positive - contract has been received and they have agreed, in principle, to my amends. So assuming we get along well...I should be earning some pennies again very soon. And also assuming I survive the trip. I have to fly to Dusseldorf and get a train to Bonn. Whilst I am pretty good at finding my way around...for some reason the idea of this journey is giving me butterflies. And I speak no German. Other than thank you. Must learn hello and goodbye before I set off. Today's blog title...any ideas?
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