OF BOXES, MEETINGS, HIGH TEAS, HOSPITAL AND SNOW WHITE

There are loads of last-minute meetings before we leave. Today the diocesan bods were over to inspect ‘the property’ gravely and to thank me for doing a good job in looking after it. Is that all I get?? I deserve a medal!!!  

Most rooms are piled with boxes and I am trying to clean as I go along. Some of the furniture is selling on ebay but I can see a call to British Heart Foundation coming on. I thought, as ‘they’ are going to let it, I could leave a couple of bits of furniture … … oh no, I was told, everything has to go:  

It’s not all bad. Yesterday Community Minister took us out for lunch as a leaving present – lovely! Our first meeting had been in the pub so it seemed only right to finish up there too  

And two of our daughters handed us a voucher for a High Tea at a rather classy garden centre. We took some time off on Monday and sat outside in the sun, drinking tea out of REAL bone china cups and wading our way through a tiered cake stand full of delicious sandwiches and fresh scones with jam and cream … … we had to take the cheesecake home with us. After we had gone for a little waddle round the park.

Today I’m off to the hospital again, unconnected with Madame Thumb, for some investigations. I could do without this on top of everything else but hey, thank the Lord that the good ole NHS is on to it so efficiently.

Even so …

I get the results of my thumb biopsy on Monday. After Hub has driven away. He’s going to the flat to start putting flat-pack furniture together, so we’ve got something to unpack into.

And I follow on Wednesday, once the removals guys have been. Not sure whether to try and book an advance train ticket – but they don’t know when they’ll be here, and it would not be clever to have a ticket I couldn’t use because they hadn’t finished.  

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V-_3CLDUywQ

Do your best
then take a rest
and sing yourself a song.
When there’s too much to do
Don’t let it trouble you
Just keep on singing all day long
like the cheerful chickadee …
Whistle while you work

Put on that grin
and start right in
to whistle while you work

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(What happens if, like me, you can’t whistle????)

 

(image from http://filmic-light.blogspot.co.uk/2011/09/fan-art-whistle-while-you-work-vogue.html )

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18 thoughts on “OF BOXES, MEETINGS, HIGH TEAS, HOSPITAL AND SNOW WHITE

  1. You have been kept so busy with the move and retirement that I am sure you will t know what’s ht you wgen you get to Devon. All the best, I’ll be thinking of you 🙂

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  2. Glad to see from the comments that all went well at the ho’pital yesterday…:)

    I do wish your diocesan bods were more appreciative and helpful :> huh… I’d leave a big poo in the middle of the floor for them….. one left over from the people that visit your garden that I recall reading about many blog posts ago!

    Not sure that would fit in with my nonviolent communication course but hey… 😉

    I am hoping all this ghastliness you are dealing with is all to get it out the way so that when you are in your noo place all will go swimmingly as a reward…. or something…. :>>

    HUGS!!!

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    1. The big poo idea is tempting … :> … but when I’ve worked so hard to keep the wretched house under control might that be shooting myself in the foot??? 🙄

      Thanks EVER so much for hugs and support! :yes:

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      1. 🙂

        I still think the Big Poo left right in the middle of the floor in the biggest downstairs room is the answer. Decorated and with a flag stuck in the middle 🙂

        Call me childish…;) xxxx

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  3. Oh Gilly, such a busy bust time and a little sad I imagine. It must be hard to up sticks and leave so much behind….I hope it all works out wonderfully for you, I;m sure it will once the dust settles and you get a chance to breathe and reflect on it all.

    Good luck with the NHS investigations and fingers crossed for your thumb.

    I hate to say it buy I’m a rather wonderful whistler. My Mum hated women whistling and had a rhyme…a whistling woman and a crowing hen [I know!] drives the devil out of his den!
    xxxxx

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    1. How funny – Lissa just told me of that rhyme! I’ve never come across it before.

      Thanks so much for your good wishes. All went well at the hospital today – phew!!!! Thank the Lord!

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  4. Keep those ‘spirits’ high…..if you can’t whistle….Just “put your lips together and ‘Blow’…” You could ‘la-de-da’…..doom-doom…or simply hee-hee….;)xx

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  5. When I was a little girl I learnt to whistle by sucking instead of blowing which was much easier: Have you tried that? I was grown-up before I could do it the right way. My grandmother (who could whistle – both a tune and the two fingers in the mouth cab-hailing variety) taught me the rhyme,
    “A whistling woman and a crowing hen
    Is neither use to God nor men”

    During our parish’s numerous interregnums our rectory has been let. Both the last rector (female) and the last-but-one rector’s wife left the rectory immaculate, but the tenants after the last-but-one wrecked the place so that thousands had to be spent to make it habitable again. It is now being lived in by the curate from a neighbouring parish after we begged ‘them at Lincoln’ not to put tenants in again (though I’m not sure that is the reason we got the curate and his wife – more likely just fortuitous timing.)

    More importantly, good luck with both the move and the NHS.

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    1. Practising!

      Yes, we’re hoping that they will put someone in here who will be able to help – but they are very anxious for it not to be empty, for security reasons.

      All is well according to the NHS, for which I am very thankful. Thanks for your good wishes.

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