Six years later and I have been told that she has died. Apparently her neighbours called the police when so many blue bottles were seen at the windows, they broke down the door and found her, I`ll leave the rest to your imagination. With no family I don`t know what will happen to the house, but I wouldn`t want it.
Wednesday, 30 March 2016
Below is an extract form an early post I wrote about a garden I did some work at. I only did a few visits and never had any more coffee.
“As a Freelance Private Gardener I sometimes work at some really nice homes, some of the gardens I have created from scratch (One has featured in Yorkshire Life) and some I can only claim to maintain.
Last month I did some work at a house like you see on the tele. It was a “Clearance” job; the grass was two feet high and a Rose bush was about 12 by 12 foot. The Lady brought me out a coffee. Latter I had to go inside for water for the weed killer I then wished I had not had the coffee! The kitchen walls were black with plaster falling off. The floor was full of empty, but not washed milk bottles the whole place was filthy and made me feel sick! TV program yeh ~ Grime busters ~ I could taste the coffee all night. I used Listerine and had a few Whiskies but I could still taste it. That never happened to Alan Titchmarsh!”
The House, pic taken from google street view 2014
Pic not mine
Wednesday, 9 March 2016
So with just over a week till St Patricks Day, Chris and I have *once again* stepped out of Event Management retirement to `do` another event for our caravanning group. This time it will be a case of all things (nearly) Irish.So basically what we have planned is;
N.B. the following pictures are not mine !
Chris as also made a game similar to Battleships she is calling Find the Leprechaun. A board with grid squares will be passed around the room and people will pick a numbered square for 50p. Then a number will be drawn out of a bag and whoever picked that square wins. Money raised will be equally divided between the winner and the group`s charity which this year is for Breast Cancer.
Bingo. There has to be with this group, it`s the only way to avoid a riot! And Throughout the night I will be playing music that as some sort of rough connection to Ireland, The Undertones, Thin Lizzy and Stiff Little Fingers, or perhaps not?
Monday, 7 March 2016
Friday night was Joel`s Birthday Bash, held at Bad Apples Rock Bar in Leeds city centre. I arrived just after eight O` clock and headed down stairs to where the party was been held. Joel had asked for donations for one of his favourite charities in lieu of presents, but the `Birthday Boy` does deserve a drink. As I peeled off layers of outdoor clothing I met Howard and went back up two flights of stairs to the little boys` room calling at the Bar on the ground floor on the way back where I had a quick chat with most members of Rhombus who were headlining the night.
Joel and AMereKat
During the break Andy from Rhombus introduced me to their newest member `live` drummer Lee Talbot. I said to Rob that I had to leave at ten past eleven at the very latest to get the last bus home and so I if miss the end of their set I apologise in advance. To which he replied “We better get on with it then” and they did. Is the any wonder why I love these guys so much?
This had been one of those rare, special, magical nights, not just the music, the fun, the beer. No more than that! About half the people in the room were my friends, but it felt like everyone was a friend! And so at the end of the night I felt a kind of reluctance to out into the outside world.
5 emails and 2 ‘phone calls in the last 24 hours! From a Skip company. When does this officially become stalking?
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