9 Sept 2014

No kids today so we had a lay in bed until gone 8 am. Watching TV later with a cup of tea we saw a woman of 88 who was directing a ballet first produced in 1945. She was in that production too.
The remarkable thing was that she was as fit as a fiddle. It was mentioned that she had two new hip joints and two pins in one ankle but none-the-less she was slim and supple and articulate both in body and mind. She said that she exercised every day and that the day she couldn’t be bothered was the day that was the begging of the end. After it finished Penny told me to go and do something elsewhere as she needed the room to do her exercises. I’m not complaining. Later on she went shopping so I did my routine of exercise too with a little bodyweight lifting thrown in.

There was also a lot on TV about the Scottish referendum to break away from the United Kingdom. I think that they will be a little poorer if they do but I also think that they should. I don’t like massive set ups like the EU and we should become independent states not controlled from a metropolis far away. I hope they go, even though I think I will be a little poorer too.

Is this the end for the Union Flag?

When Penny returned we sat in the garden and enjoyed a coffee before she set about dead-heading flowers and watering pots. She had a garden ornament bought for her birthday and that has appeared in the garden now on top of our wooden mushroom.

Things are becoming dafter around here 🙂

We are going away next week to Cambridge. Not as a post-graduate thingy, as tourists. We have our touring caravan and go all over the country in it. It’s a little home from home to us and the big advantage is you can take as much stuff as you like even the kitchen sink although that would be pointless as it has a kitchen sink installed. We love it, the freedom, the travel, the meeting people and seeing so much. A common comment between us is, “we’ve been there”, when some picture is on TV from where ever. We went to the storage site today and brought it home so we can clean it and check it over then pile what we need in it.

Out of storage she comes

After that it was off to our erstwhile daughter in law’s house to replace a broken light fitting. It was the usual 30 minute job that took over an hour because there is always a complication; I won’t bore you with the details, it’s all done now.

It doesn’t look like I will be doing any wood-turning for a couple of weeks now. Too many other tasks including having all four granddaughters after school tomorrow; no doubt they will want advance pocket-money for next week. Doh.

STORY
I have a story on the go at the moment about a youngish dowager queen who falls for her manservant. He is younger being around 24 years but falls for her too. It’s the back story that is missing. Where did he come from? how was he working for her in the Palace? What baggage does he have?
I have come up with this to start the story:

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My father had an old drinking friend called Div who was a sergeant in the palace guard. He was the reason I was taken on into the army. The rough male aggression of the barracks and army life gnawed at me a lot but I roughed it with the lot of them and marched the whole Kingdom. I saw a lot and learned a lot. The hardest fight I ever had took place in a brothel in Calanto and my aggressor was a mate. He had fallen arse over tit for one of the girls in there and I had just left her room. For four years I told everyone who mattered that my dream was to be in the Palace Guard and to protect the King. In year five I was appointed to the Palace Guards. Div’s advice was sound and successful.

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Well it’s a start and I do have a good idea where it’s going until he ends up working for Queenie.
Any comments will be welcome 🙂