Is Monday April 26th and is birthday of son and heir, who lives near Geneva. At just gone 8 am, I telephone to wish him Happy Birthday. Stop short at singing down phone, as have no wish to embarrass in place of work. His, not mine obviously. Son says is exhausted after weekend dealing with detrius of Mass Clipping by Daughter-in-Law. (You will recall she has lost control of Rechargeable Cordless Secateurs). Says he is looking forward to trip to UK they are making soon. Are coming to visit me, (hence frantic attempts to transform yard into Acceptable For Dining Al Fresco Area). Am very much looking forward to visit, is not often I see them. Think we will have Great Fun.
Two is doing nothing as usual. I pot-up five shrubs, which is quite hard work, as need to keep bending and scooping up compost etc. etc. I can see Two's head through window. He is watching TV. Consider lobbing flower-pot at head, but not worth breaking window. Eventually have to ask for assistance, as cannot life pot onto base to create illusion of varying degrees of height. Two manages this, and then retires immediately back to armchair.
Forget to mention that yesterday posted feedback on firm Strawberry Fields, who still hadn't contacted me regarding broken solar lights. Almost five minutes after putting negative feedback on website, phone rings and is them, apologising and asking me to please delete feedback as Replacements in Post. Assure them will do so, (somewhat cravenly), and on arrival of new lights will post 'Strawberry Fields Forever' by way of reparation.
Daughter-in-Law near Geneva has e-mailed me with suggestions for Best Shampoo and Conditioner for hair. Says hairdresser is probably Failed John Frieda wannabe and venting spleen on me. Am sure she is right. Am frightened to look at back of hair in mirror in case none there.
Off down South tomorrow to see delicious grandsons.
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