the more it snows tiddley pom...........

Yes snow is on the way. As am in Peak District, am reasonably confident Will Fall Here. Always does. Today have been doing Little Light Housework, but decided hoovering very bad idea due to Bad Back. Was tempted, but Thought Better Of It. Sprayed mirrors with Mr Muscle, (rare departure for me), and Great Smears materialised. Luckily sun not shining, so smears not too apparent. Gave Samantha Fox a quick spray as well, (as in Samantha Fox painting). Looks better, brush more vibrant. Am finding is easier to put tights on now, so hopefully back improving. Am thinking again of singing lessons, like to be able to warble with confidence.

Have just re-read the above and decided confirms I have mind of Grasshopper. Definitely need to practise writing again. Two has been out shopping, which gave me rare period of peace and quiet. Is always here. Doing Nothing. Feel strong desire to hurl something at back of his head as he sits on sofa tippy tapping on his lap-top. All day long. Tippy tap, tippy tap. Grrrr. Door frame needs painting, and feel will have to attempt this myself. Have never painted anything, but how hard can it be? Watch this space.

Phoenix arises

Okay, back again. Bit of trouble getting back in, but am here now. Is dull, cold November day, and Two is reluctant for some reason to light the fire. Is time to do this. Will have to do it myself, which will be difficult as have once again A Bad Back. This as result of dramatic and fairly impressive fall in bedroom. Got up to go to loo, skidded on paperback, ran into clothes horse, grabbed at it, described balletic leap and landed in heap by window. Arrrgh!!!!! Watched tennis at O2 this afternoon, Murray being vanquished by Roger Federer. Disappointing. Again. Am realising how close Christmas is getting, and starting to feel familiar twinges of urgency. Following request from son near Geneva, have addressed own Wish-List on Amazon, and succeeded in duplicating items. Am not terribly au fait with all this. Would like to import items from Marks and Spencer, John Lewis etc. but am guaranteed to get into Quandry, so have decided Best Not.

Good night at pub last Saturday, twinkle-eyes the Irish Singer in good form. Took a shine to me, which is encouraging as am OAP and creaking noticably. Maybe has blurred vision of me across room, as I have of him and anybody more than three feet away. Need to wear glasses to identify people now.

Had lunch with cousin Nigel recently. He is researching family tree, and proved to be quite amusing. Very tall and very clever. Think he thought I was daft as the pr0verbial brush. Still, he bought me lunch which was kind. Then scuttled off. No invitation to his home, 'The Rookery' sadly. Still, we live in hope. Nice guy. Sort of remember him as child. Am signing off now, need to get back into this, have Lost The Flow. Au Revoir.