Changable

Well, I've had a great weekend, you know the kind where you breeze through tons of chores in the blink of an eye?  I'm feeling very proud of myself.

This place is about 90% 'cleansed' and clutter free and it's true what they say, getting rid of the clutter, cleanses the mind, I feel great.

Saturday was hot and made the chores hard going but today, Sunday is much cooler, there is a welcome breeze flowing through this place and it feels just lovely.


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Weather has taken a distinctly downward turn but I'm quite happy about that.  Sunshine is lovely, mega heat is uncomfortable and brings one sleepless night after another.

So it's now the following weekend, I can't believe how these weeks are flying by.  Weather remained cooler and changeable but I've managed to dodge the rain for the most part.

We entered August this week... can't believe it, which means my cousin's wedding is only days away now.  I had a coffee date on Thursday for a couple of hours and it was lovely to chat and to listen.  It was around 7pm when I was heading home and I was starving and so diverted to the best 'chippy' in town for chips and gravy, (I've been craving it for days now.)  Walking down the road I see a biker on a bench eating chips.  'You don't recognise me do you?'  Why do people keep saying this to me? 

A few minutes later, I've seen past the biker jacket and the blacker than black sunglasses, and it's my sister's neighbour, who I've known for about twenty years, and who gave me a poppy plant this year.

I actually get to enter the chippy and seconds later, one of our old customers comes in and gives me a kiss on the cheek.  It was lovely to see him and I was picturing his wife the whole time, such a lovely couple, (could I remember the name?  I did, but only several hours later.)

Friday and I reluctantly get myself roped into selling cakes for a local charity, not that I don't support the project but I was just hoping, to blitz the pile of post on my desk.  Instead, I had a blast reliving colleagues of their hard earned £'s for the sake of some fancy lbs disguised as cupcakes, carrot cake, lemon drizzle and such like.

I finish work for the day and for the third time this week, I head for the supermarket to pick up the fizzy water I like, (they've been out of it the previous two evenings I've called in.)  I'd only just set foot into the store when I eye up one of my sister's checking out some discounted chocolate.  It's lovely to see her, we're not... not speaking, we just don't speak much, or see each other very often.  And so we exchanged warm hugs and kisses, she looks amazing, (I hope I look as good as she does in sixteen years.)

I've heard stories over the years that my sister wasn't too keen on my arrival but thinking about it now, at the age of sixteen, no, she probably didn't herald my arrival.  The story also goes that on my arrival from hospital, aged... hours, our Mum handed me to my (thankfully non sociopath,) sister and left us to go into the kitchen.  My sister fell instantly in love with me, (of course,) and Mum, cried.

It was so great to see her.  I have time off work in September and by then, she should have some free time and so we've pencilled each other in for a proper catch up.