Today has been an easy day with some washing and housekeeping with mum in the morning, and then in the afternoon I painted one of the garden benches in the summerhouse garden, before mum and I took tea in the summerhouse. Where we chattered about some new plants that she had delivered earlier. When I say WE chattered, I mean mum chattered, and with great enthusiasm about what to me looked like brown paper bags full of shrivelled up roots. I'm not sure what to say about such things and even less as to where to put them. To be honest, if someone delivered them to me I would have thought the river was the best place for them. I just had a thought, I guess that doesn't say a lot for Peter as my first thoughts on dealing with him was to take him to the river!! I never planned to throw in though. I can see a likeness to a shrivelled up roots though, especially as he walked across the lawn towards me that Sunday afternoon.
Also when mum is talking about planting them, she isn't going to be doing it, or entrusting me to the task either, as she has acquired a pet gardener called William. He is around thirty or forty, tall and slim and arrives every Wednesday on a bicycle without a hint of a huff or a puff even after having pedalled for twelve miles to get here. He seems to be on the same wave length as mum when it comes to the garden because I can see him now jumping around with arms flailing in excitement at the prospect of spending however long burying bags full of shrivelled up roots. Thinking about it now, it sort of makes painting the bench exciting and worthwhile, at least I had something to look at when I got finished, he's going to have less to look at than when he started - well, in the omen at least. I'm sure that in time their work will be almost as beautiful as my contribution to the garden.
Eric got into trouble with mum this morning, almost a 'Young Man' moment! He came in while I was vacuuming a rug and I didn't see him there so he did this thing he sometimes does, although not so often anymore as I've got wary of him so don't turn my back on him anymore. He thinks it's hilarious to grab me by the ribs and see me go through the roof as a result. I don't really mind as it's just a bit of fun but I'm just so ticklish there I can't stand it, and he knows it. Anyway this morning he did that to me while I was distracted by my task, with the predictable reaction from me and off he went laughing his head off. So, after I got finished wetting myself I instinctively got the vacuum tub and stuck it to his right bum cheek as he tried to make his escape. I usually try and give him a slap but I thought I would give this a go instead. You should have seen him jump, he definitely wasn't expecting that!
"Hey watch it!" he shouted.
I turned off the vacuum and said, "You asked for it." I replied.
"If you've given me a love bite and my missus sees it and asks were I got it I'm going to be telling her it was you - then you'll be for it!"
"What's a love bite?" I asked, in fake innocence.
I think mum sometimes forgets where I come from, I can be trained to be a different person but it doesn't erase the past.
"You don't need to go knowing anything about love bites!" She said to me.
"and you needn't start telling her either." She said while pointing a finger at Eric.
Eric and I looked at each other as we both knew we'd been told!
Eric got his glass of water and I took the rug back.
So, that's how you spend half an hour writing about a day when absolutely nothing happened. If you don't want another boring post tomorrow you'd better send me a love problem or something to deal with.
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