Unused to wearing heels I am nursing a blister the size of a small country on my big toe. My fault as I had tottered around in stillies yesterday and when Hazel had asked me 'Why?' I replied that I was going back into work to see some ex colleagues. Nuff Said - she replied - because everyone knows that a return trip into work requires you to look your absolutely best!
It is bin day here in Horton Close and my god that is a minefield as there are so many things requiring recycling over here and each has its own receptacle - I am a great supporter of recycling but to achieve 100% accuracy over here you need some sort of degree in environmental studies. I am loathe to put anything in Hazel's bins for fee that she will be carted off by some high viz jacket wearing council gestapo officer. She says she doesn't think they check that closely but I reckon it is only a matter of time before some fresh faced keen to impress newbie makes his first capture and the council decide to make an example of the miscreant and I say HE because not one of the council bin operatives this morning was female.
The bin men gestapo work swiftly through the estate and I decided to be nice and take in the small recycling containers although I have no idea where the big bin lives. I have a slight panic attach as I realise anyone watching will not recognise me and think I am stealing said boxes. I keep my head down and strike while the iron is hot and no-one seems to notice. Now I am worried that if Hazel come back before I do she will think that her bins have been stolen!
This morning I am at leisure before seeing Laura this afternoon then she, Mark, Hazel and I are off to the Green Room for supper.
For the second morning running I make the schoolboy error of standing under the shower before turning it on and am properly woken up by a blast of icy water. However character building this might be I resolve to the the sensible thing tomorrow and reach round the shower curtain and turn on the tap before getting under.
I wash and dress my blister which I have named Bertie - I reckon if I were to have been travelling by bus today I would have had to by him a ticket he is so big! It is most definitely flats on the feet today.
Hazel has made a lovely home for herself and I am super impressed by the furniture she has upcycled using chalk paint and wax. I know you can get the chalk paint in Cyprus because I have seen it in Glykkis but I am not sure about the wax. A word of warning John, I have ideas so be afraid... be very afraid!!!
You will have gathered that Yeovil is no-where near as photogenic as where I was staying in Dorset, no rolling hills and sea outside my door. I could, however take some snaps of the roadworks up the road aka Yeovil's Western corridor.
I have breakfast - Haze has kindly got in my favourite Warburton Crumpets bless her. I decide because I am not seeing Laura until around 3.00pm that I will take myself on a nostalgic grip to see some of our old haunts. Apart from major changes like the new housing estates the rest of the town remains much the same as I remember. I know that if we were ever to return which is unlikely we would easily slip back into the old place.
The shopping has been disappointing in that I have found nothing I particularly want to buy irrespective of the price. Perhaps my taste has been tempered by the more limited choices in Cyprus?
I toy with the idea of seeing whether Brenda and Ken Sherring are home. I used to work with Brenda and I haven't seen her since I left work. They are in and amazingly look exactly the same as when I last saw them. They must be well into their 70s but are enjoying life and their garden in particular. They are both thrilled to see me and we have the "Dont you look well?" conversation which is worrying - exactly how bad did I used to look when I was working? We have a chat and a cuppa and in conversation I ask if Ken ever bumps into my cousin Frank who retired from the Police Force and joined a funeral directors thereafter. I mean cousin in the Cypriot sense as he is in fact my second cousin ans his nan and my nan were sisters. Frank joining Wakeley Brothers seemed fitting having been the bereavement office when he was in the police force.
As I walk round the corner to where the office is Frank is coming out and we grab a half an hour together catching up on the news and leave promising to keep in contact.
I get to Laura mid afternoon and we chat over a coffee till Mark comes in having been to Wales for an interview. At this point I leave them to it as Hazel and I will be picking them up shortly to go for our meal. We are going to the Green Room which holds a special place in my heart as it used to be a pub called The Hole in the Wall and it is where I met John nearly 30 years ago.
When we get there, there are only a couple of other diners apart from us and fortunately they are the other end of the restaurant because we are a little noisy! Apart from enjoying some really great food we have a lot to talk about and a lot of laughs to share. It was a lovely evening - in fact the whole day was brilliant.
No School work for Hazel tomorrow and so we will have most of the day together - yippee.
It is bin day here in Horton Close and my god that is a minefield as there are so many things requiring recycling over here and each has its own receptacle - I am a great supporter of recycling but to achieve 100% accuracy over here you need some sort of degree in environmental studies. I am loathe to put anything in Hazel's bins for fee that she will be carted off by some high viz jacket wearing council gestapo officer. She says she doesn't think they check that closely but I reckon it is only a matter of time before some fresh faced keen to impress newbie makes his first capture and the council decide to make an example of the miscreant and I say HE because not one of the council bin operatives this morning was female.
The bin men gestapo work swiftly through the estate and I decided to be nice and take in the small recycling containers although I have no idea where the big bin lives. I have a slight panic attach as I realise anyone watching will not recognise me and think I am stealing said boxes. I keep my head down and strike while the iron is hot and no-one seems to notice. Now I am worried that if Hazel come back before I do she will think that her bins have been stolen!
This morning I am at leisure before seeing Laura this afternoon then she, Mark, Hazel and I are off to the Green Room for supper.
For the second morning running I make the schoolboy error of standing under the shower before turning it on and am properly woken up by a blast of icy water. However character building this might be I resolve to the the sensible thing tomorrow and reach round the shower curtain and turn on the tap before getting under.
I wash and dress my blister which I have named Bertie - I reckon if I were to have been travelling by bus today I would have had to by him a ticket he is so big! It is most definitely flats on the feet today.
Hazel has made a lovely home for herself and I am super impressed by the furniture she has upcycled using chalk paint and wax. I know you can get the chalk paint in Cyprus because I have seen it in Glykkis but I am not sure about the wax. A word of warning John, I have ideas so be afraid... be very afraid!!!
You will have gathered that Yeovil is no-where near as photogenic as where I was staying in Dorset, no rolling hills and sea outside my door. I could, however take some snaps of the roadworks up the road aka Yeovil's Western corridor.
I have breakfast - Haze has kindly got in my favourite Warburton Crumpets bless her. I decide because I am not seeing Laura until around 3.00pm that I will take myself on a nostalgic grip to see some of our old haunts. Apart from major changes like the new housing estates the rest of the town remains much the same as I remember. I know that if we were ever to return which is unlikely we would easily slip back into the old place.
The shopping has been disappointing in that I have found nothing I particularly want to buy irrespective of the price. Perhaps my taste has been tempered by the more limited choices in Cyprus?
I toy with the idea of seeing whether Brenda and Ken Sherring are home. I used to work with Brenda and I haven't seen her since I left work. They are in and amazingly look exactly the same as when I last saw them. They must be well into their 70s but are enjoying life and their garden in particular. They are both thrilled to see me and we have the "Dont you look well?" conversation which is worrying - exactly how bad did I used to look when I was working? We have a chat and a cuppa and in conversation I ask if Ken ever bumps into my cousin Frank who retired from the Police Force and joined a funeral directors thereafter. I mean cousin in the Cypriot sense as he is in fact my second cousin ans his nan and my nan were sisters. Frank joining Wakeley Brothers seemed fitting having been the bereavement office when he was in the police force.
As I walk round the corner to where the office is Frank is coming out and we grab a half an hour together catching up on the news and leave promising to keep in contact.
I get to Laura mid afternoon and we chat over a coffee till Mark comes in having been to Wales for an interview. At this point I leave them to it as Hazel and I will be picking them up shortly to go for our meal. We are going to the Green Room which holds a special place in my heart as it used to be a pub called The Hole in the Wall and it is where I met John nearly 30 years ago.
When we get there, there are only a couple of other diners apart from us and fortunately they are the other end of the restaurant because we are a little noisy! Apart from enjoying some really great food we have a lot to talk about and a lot of laughs to share. It was a lovely evening - in fact the whole day was brilliant.
No School work for Hazel tomorrow and so we will have most of the day together - yippee.
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