Another Week In Our Street...

It's been a peculiar sort of week in our street...

The Bridge has gone...replaced by a flimsy sort of a walk-way for the workmen who have been instrumental in demolishing it...suppose the same chaps will be involved in building the replacement.

Thumping great lorries go past a dozen times a day loaded to the hilt with stones or gravel...then there are the long low-loaders transporting various important looking pieces of heavy machinery...they edge gingerly past our cottages, probably scared witless in case the resident peasants begin revolting...

I can't see why we need a bridge at all...why they can't go back to the old push me pull me ferry which was nothing more than a few planks of rough timber nailed together with a rope at either end...rope was secured to a stout tree trunk both sides of the river...hand over hand on the rope and you could take your cattle to the mart or a donkey down the bog in no time...

Think of the money saved.

The kittens are grand...they've both recovered completely from their respective dodgy beginnings and are eating and playing as they should...I use the word 'playing' but it's more like watching two small furry creatures high on 'speed' than actual play...zooming across the floor and the furniture with no regard to safety whatsoever they keep us entertained for ages...especially when a hapless Crane fly comes through the netting on the window in the evening and it's an all out battle to see who gets to catch and eat it...

Now it's dark just after eight in the evening and Himself is already muttering about dark nights and heaving heavy sighs...what he'll be like come November, I simply dread to think...

He's even begun to putter about Christmas for heaven's sakes...he loves it and I'm perfectly happy with a decent book and strong drink...all this carry on with sparkly lights and how to lay your festive table gets right up my nose...

What else...I discovered I can watch The Vikings...on my laptop for free! Goody...someone I know made the heavy silver arm-bands some of the actors wear...but that's neither here nor there, the fact is I can actually watch a programme others have raved about and I didn't realise was so readily available.

And I went to the Doctor, but you know that already...haven't tried the saline in the nebuliser yet...some say it helps to clear your chest of gunk...like the salt mines in Hungary. Not being in a position to visit Hungarian salt mines anytime soon, I'll be staying with the saline solution for the immediate future.

It'll either work or not...no harm done if it doesn't.

And almost forgot...Wendy's horses escaped again...we heard the clip-clop of hooves going past our window the other morning...the man who is in charge of the bridge workforce was close behind them in his big four-wheeled drive...sort of nudging them home.

And Laurie passed all her end of year exams...you remember Laurie...Connors girlfriend...she has that enviable pale Irish complexion. Anyway...she passed her exams.

We have a visit from Reuben and Teresa to look forward to...they're coming over at the beginning of October for a week.

Hoping everyone is as well as can be...

[Katinka46]

Great to read all about things all around you. Bridge and all....

You seem a little recovered? Do hope it lasts, but if not just have a good, therapeutic moan. No pressure to maintain a false bonhomie. Just be your wonderful, observant, funny self. Sorry about the accent, I really had thought that you had one. I kept hearing it. Ah, wishful thinking.

Love and hugs

K xxxx

[redted]

It's great to hear that the Kitties are well now, don't fancy those lorries thundering by,good thing you have kept the furries indoors.

As for Christmas did all the festive things when the children were young,loved the look on their faces, But have not bothered about all that for years now,quiet content with some good food,a warm home and some good films to watch.

[RibvanRey]

"you could take your cattle to the mart or a donkey down the bog in no time..."

What is different about your donkeys? Our local donkeys just relieve themselves where ever they happen to be. We never see people bothering to toilet train them. Is life truly that slow where you are?

BTW does one have to pay to use the donkey bog? Do they have separate disabled donkey bogs and parent and foal donkey bogs?

[Azure_Sky in reply to RibvanRey]

LOL! Maybe they don't call toilets bogs in Ireland, though Himself should know, being a Norfolk boy.