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Tuesday, 23 March 2010

Diary date 8th March 2010

Am still High as a Kite after night at pub, was very life enhancing, especially for one who has been socially bereft for so long! Decide to spend day typing on computer, and end up as usual cursing the vagaries of Word, which seems intent on trying to outwit and enrage me by suddenly changing to capital letters for no apparent reason. Ditto italics or bold. Cannot believe is my fault. Have decided to re-visit my days as performance person, and am going to try and put song written by self and sung by Two, onto YouTube. Hope YouTube not sole preserve of young. Decide to phone daughter-in-law who lives with son near Geneva, as she is whizz on computers, as feel the technology to put song on YouTube may be a tad advanced for moi.

Downstairs mid-afternoon, exhausted and frustrated by Word, and find Two plodding in from outhouse with coal, as fire needed. He looks like a primitive painting which might be called 'Man and Scuttle', and sighs a little, probably recalling days of yore when we had Gas Central Heating and pervading warmth at the twiddle of a thermostat. I watch as he artistically arranges coal and kindling in grate,and by the time he finishes, it almost seems a shame to set fire to it.

Eventually as fire achieves glowing proportions, I stare into it and wistfully recall appearance of Very Elegant Lady at pub on Saturday night. Although I had made an effort, she outshone me and everyone else, simply though effectively dressed as she was in black dress, (as in Little Black Dress), black tights, heels, and all this topped off with an immaculate blonde bob. Gok would be proud. I have decided to christen her Mrs Mateus Rosy, as she sank an entire bottle of said vintage, without appearing to suffer any ill-effects. Difficult to judge her age, but as they say, No Spring Chicken.

At 10 pm youngest daughter rings, and is Back Home From Night in Hotel, (whenever that was), and the feckless one is asleep in spare bedroom. We decide time has come to End Relationship, but again am not holding breath.

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