Only lifted veil slightly

Is Thursday and Two (the schizoid one) is trying valiantly to upload another of my wee masterpieces onto Youtube. This may take some time.

Have been to doctors with Two's knowledge, to discuss possible cognitive therapy for whatever it is that ails him. Feel may not be sociopath, (slight over-reaction), but definitely has some personality disorder. Haven't we all? Anyway, apparently cognitive therapy in this county has a two year waiting list. Well honestly.

Have selected new front door, and am awaiting quote for making new frame, labour to fit it, etc. etc. Am expecting something in the region of £800.00. But is small price to pay for keeping winter gales, snow, and small mammals out. Have also decided to have cottage painted outside, which will also doubtless be very expensive. But window sills are flaking in most unattractive manner, and is going to resemble hovel soon if not addressed. Do not wish to be associated with living in Hovel.

Have had some retail therapy this week. Drove to Chesterfield, where purchases include, new bra (very pretty), two black jumpers (like black), little black dress (like black), white nightdress (like white), and pink and white striped blouse, (like pink and white). Was most discouraged last weekend when got self trapped in pink linen frock was trying to squeeze into for night at pub. Was like pink sausage skin, and had enormous struggle to liberate self from it. Is size 8, so suppose is par for course. Pity. Beautiful frock. Have also ordered two paperbacks online, as bookshops seem to have meagre selection these days. Note to self. Have left copy of book 'Cheri' at daughter's house in Berkshire. Must remember where it is, as love it.

Two hasn't spoken for some time now, but is twiddling his mouse. (if you see what I mean).

Lifting the veil with great apprehension

After lengthy absence, during which much has happened, I have come to an alarming conclusion about Two. He has all the hallmarks of a sociopath, which explains a lot. To say I am shocked is putting it mildly, but I am sure I am right. I do not wish to live my life with someone who has this major personality defect. But what to do? Feeling trapped again. Run down check list of sociopath, he ticks all boxes. Am left wondering how I ever failed to recognise this? He has very successfully tried to make me feel I am to blame for his 'habits'. Am signing off now as need to think.

Of Mice and Men

Yes, well Two actually. The Wily One has managed single-handedly to arrange major infestation of meece in outhouse. They have chewed the car seat of one of my grandchildren, and left droppings all over it. This means urine as well. Have discarded item, as googled diseases mice carry and nearly fainted. Two has been re-arranging outhouse (is full of materials for mice to build stately homes), and once again has left door open overnight to encourage neighbourhood moggies in. Will have to clear completely and then engage in open warfare against Our Furry Friends. Curse the day Two got into Feeding the Birds. Has Gone Right Over the Top. Am trying to stay philosophical, as he has removed source of food to ceiling area. Just hope meece don't come into house in search of nourishment, will freak me out.

Am off down South tomorrow to see daughters and grandchildren. Am also going to see my Mum, who is incredible for her age (94), but very up and down. Will be lovely to see her, and my sister.

Am horrified to discover have developed pads of fatty tissue around hips, which I am sure is mainly custard creams. Clothes do not fit too well, and bulge is not attractive. Bought some Control Underwear, but just pushes bulge up higher. Have decided to avoid sugary snacks during day in attempt to regain former svelte outline. Am reduced to wearing smock type garments.

Have uploaded new video onto Youtube, is called Pock Pock and is my version of the Wimbledon final. Glad to say the Rap has reached giddy heights of 148 hits!!! Had kind message from fellow subscriber who likes the videos, and says she is puzzled by lack of views I get. Me too.

Not this year then! Again.

So once again our Great Hope for Wimbledon has crashed out in the semi-finals. As soon as I saw David Beckham loom into view I felt a frisson of doom. He is not a Good Omen at sporting fixtures. Andy Murray lost in three sets. Nuff said.

Was looking out at my plant pots this morning, noting with pride signs of lush growth, when spotted small animal pecking at seeds on ground. Seeds that Two has allowed to remain on ground, in spite of Jim Next Door warning about rats. I peered at small creature, thought 'is not a bird- is, is----mouse'. Yes, mouse from under door of outhouse, making several forays to nibble at seeds etc. Feel sure outhouse has major infestation of rodents, and am Not Happy. Probably have eaten car-seats for grandchildren, hardly dare look. Actually am not going to look, as will have panic attack if rodents start appearing from every which way. Two is going to have to clear outhouse, and control feeding of birds, or I fear we shall be over-run with vermin. Has been warned, but of course Took Absolutely No Notice. Has now thought this over in shower, and came downstairs to try and place blame for mice infestation at my innocent feet. Apparently rubbish bin containing surplus compost which I had left under bird seed holder, (couldn't move the bloody thing- weighs a ton, my bad back etc. etc. ) was prime cause of mice problem. The fact they have been dining nightly on the vast quantities of bird seed, etc. he stores in outhouse, has no bearing on matter. Informed me with pride, he has noted mice activity and has now hung bird seed from ceiling in manner of food hung high to discourage bears. This, he said smugly, has worked. Too late alas. I am praying there are not any rats in outhouse, as looked up rat infestation and was confronted by photo of evil looking rat, teeth bared, eyes glinting, obviously taken just prior to leaping onto photographer and savaging him. If no action taken, will have to phone Environmental Health. Two is proposing leaving outhouse door open all night, in hope neighbours six cats will gain entrance and Sort Out Problem. I ask you.

Murray victorious

Hurrah! Settled down in some trepidation to watch Wee Scot, (well not wee exactly), play against French person whose name I cannot recall, or spell. After shaky start, losing first set, Murray caught fire and won splendidly! It is indeed unfortunate that his next encounter is with Raffa Nadel, so we must all send Positive Vibes to Wimbledon. Federer beaten in Shock Result. Has been a very interesting Wimbledon, with many Major Upsets. Love comment made by commentator on Federer match as camera homed in on Roger's wife Merke. 'Last year she was expecting twins, this year she's having kittens'. Sad to see him lose, he looked very upset. The ladies semi-final not so exciting, but the match between The Serene One and tall Check, (I know, I know), proved to be very enjoyable and quite tense. The Serene One was victorious as expected, and will doubtless sail onwards to claim the title again.

Weather has taken turn for worse after days of glorious sunshine, but need rain to water many potted shrubs in yard and save me doing it with extremely small watering can.

Have been looking at website for village where I lived for 40 years. Felt slight pang.

Am going Down South next week to see daughters and grandchildren (over from France). Back much better apart from occasional twinge when move too quickly. Two is 70 in August, (ye Gods and little fishes). Slippers with pom poms I think. And tartan rug. And clothes peg to pin on nose at night to stifle nocturnal vocalisations. Was making noise like impatient horse last night. And snortling.