Mothers Day, Moans and Markets.

I have a new game ‘ere – “Hare and Tortoise Broadband” – 1mb speed for £19.99 a month. Me dial-up speed wasn’t much worse. When I ordered broadband, I got ‘em to check out what speed I could get on my line. A very helpful gentleman (talking to me all the way from India, I think) asked me to hang on for a minute or two, while he made said check. It was worth the wait, as I was told I could get the highest speed aol offer – 8mb. Wow!

Truth is though, I bought a tortoise and have settled in for a long wait; checking me speed daily, in the forlorn hope a hare has made it past the winning post. Only aol can be bright enough, to get money out of me by telling fibs.

English Spring

Treading along this spring-green path,

Its’ flowery banks restore my laugh;

Vibrant bluebells and primrose coy,

Turn all sadness into joy.

Tiny violets, white and shades of blue,

Form pretty carpets of a subtle hue.

Scents so sweet waft on the air,

As daffodils their trumpets blare.

Cherry wears her wedding gown,

As confetti blossom flutters down.

Young hawthorn, known as “bread & cheese”,

Provide the crown for a May queens’ frieze.

Heavenly choirs fill the sky;

Birds in chorus, sing a lullaby.

A subtle palette of verdant greens;

An English Spring, my soul redeems.

                                                            © Sylvia Boiling

Had one of me rarer moments – a brainwave!

The grandkids get £1 from the tooth fairy, if they place a lost tooth under the pillow at night.

Well, I can put 12 teeth under me pillow – every night! Why 12? That’s how many I have on me upper denture. £12 a night = £84 a week, tax free! When I get an extra tooth added to me denture – the one I lost in the New Year due to a bone marrow infection - me tax free income will rise to a massive £91 a week.  I might be daft, as well as toothless, but there’s more than one way to skin a cat. If the fairy comes visiting ‘ere for a week; I shall buy me a hearing aid with the proceeds!

The neighbours have been telling me about me new home. It’s on the site of an old Victorian workhouse – no changes there then!

Moved ‘ere in the forlorn hope of getting the chance to put me feet up occasionally. Smaller home means less work – wrong!

I now have to bath hubby daily, on top of me other chores. Well, that little job is doing me back in, amongst other things. As it’s a long wait, to get a shower installed by the Housing Association, son is coming to the rescue and installing one for me.

Mother’s Day I had roast lunch, cooked to perfection by son, and entertainment provided by our two grand daughters. Pair of tikes they are, but I love ‘em to bits…………

All-in-all, the recent house move was the best idea I ever had. I love it here. The neighbours are lovely folks. I have the best of both worlds – town centre, surgery, local hospital, dentist etc. on the doorstep; plus a street market on Tuesdays and Saturdays. The farmers market is held on the first Tuesday of the month and every Saturday there’s a bustling little flea market, held in the old cattle pens at the lower end of the High Street, about 3 minutes walk from my place.

The local Carers group (which I’ve been a member of since it was set up, a few years ago now) hold social meetings twice a month in the community centre, as well as outings to the theatre, garden centres, shopping trips and wonderful lunches at Bletchley Catering College (£6.50 for a 5* three course meal and the best service in town!).

I’ve joined the local U3Ascrabble club; often pop down to the sheltered housing bingo session, on a Tuesday evening. One of me neighbours  said she daren’t tell her sister what a whopping amount the jackpot is – her sister recently won £1,000 at a bingo club in Aylesbury – our jackpot is £5.50p!! Our bingo isn’t about the size of prize, but good company and plenty of laughs…..and it’s all on me doorstep.

I’ve lived in the sticks all me life, until I moved here 3 months ago. I’m so lucky, because this little community is akin to village life.  Our bungalow is lovely – set in a close, with a large central green.  Soon it will be warm enough for the locals to have their natters, sat on the green, under the cherry and almond blossom trees. We’ve even got our own post box and litter bin! Who could ask for more? Not me. As the saying goes, “I’m as happy as a pig in muck”, despite hubby’s failing health. At least he’s content and has settled down here. Life’s good, now I’ve finally got used to taking a day at a time.

Take care folks and thanks for dropping by.