annanotbob's Diaryland Diary
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Sweet dreams are made of this
Today I went with Marion and Jane on a 'theatre trail' , which turned out to be a very pleasant way to spend an afternoon. A tiny theatre company put on three short plays in different locations in the village where Marion lives.
The first, in a massage room at the beautician's, was about a woman having aromatherapy, whose mother had severe Altzheimer's. Then on to a restaurant for a play about an Eastern European waitress, having nightmares about the woman whose identity she has bought, followed by lunch, all included in the ticket price. Then a two mile walk to a private house where we watched the final show in the garden, about a slightly dim bloke having a fantasy affair with the voice from his satnav:
The actors had only been paid for two days, so they hadn't learned the lines, but even with the scripts in their hands, it was great stuff.
I took pics of my garden when I got home - I'd kept going till the light went yesterday.
I was dead pleased at finding those fish in a sale.
This is the 'black' iris - it may not be black, but it is beautiful:
My vegetable plot:
I might have to add a couple of courgettes (zuccini). This is rosa zepherine drouhin:
which will climb up and over the arch.
I don't know if I've mentioned that I'm having a party next Sunday. It's the day before my birthday, so I'm calling it a housebirthdaywarming party. I have moments when I think I must be seriously mental to think of throwing a party when I'm in such a flaky state of being, but as it's approached, I realise I've only invited people I love and trust, so it'll be cool. Those I haven't got round to inviting just aren't gonna come, which is probably good.
It's going to be like one of those Christmas open house jobbies - people can come at any time from 2 in the afternoon and stay as long or as short as they like. There will be children in the afternoon, me and Maria on e's by the early hours of the morning and who knows what in between. Maria's coming from Saturday to Monday, to do helping. I know her intention is to persuade me not to prepare food, but to just buy crisps and peanuts. We'll see. I like cooking scrummy food for people I love, but my kitchen is tiny and so is my fridge, so we'll have to see how we go.
That poxy cat is doing my head in tonight. She keeps going out the bathroom window and coming to sit on the windowsill outside this room and yowling to be let in. She can fuck right off, stupid creature, but she doesn't, she just sits there and yowls till I give up and let her in, when she goes straight out the bathroom window again.
Grateful for:
1. Friends
2. Laughing
3. Digital camera
4. Living here
5. Nothing I have to do tomorrow, but several things I quite fancy.
Sweet dreams xxx
11:11 p.m. - 08/06/2008
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