Spread your wings and fly away

Just wondering if any one out there can give a little advice.

Had an email from my mum earlier.

I am trying to compose a letter to the council, the shared pathway has been dug up and replaced by concrete, which is an absolute eyesore. I was not consulted about this nor was I informed that the work was to be carired out. As the Watling Estate is now a designated conservation area I am surprised that the Local Authority has sanctioned maintenance with inappropriate materials. Do you know of a legal eagle that can advise?

She owns her own house but has a shared pathway with the council tenant next door. The pathway originally was tarmaced. Anyone have any idea if she has any recourse on this or not please?

Many thanks xx

The other day I mentioned that hubby said I had too many bras. "you can't possibly need all of these" He said as he was trying to fit them into a drawer that was just bursting at the seams. He seemed to accept that you needed a bra for each outfit and occasion and left it at that.

After a major sort out today I have to say, I think he may be right. It galls me to admit this and I have had to sort out all the drawers so that even after throwing a few out, I can fit them all in.

However I defend my absolute right to have as many shoes as I have bras, after all you need a pair of shoes for each outfit, you need a pair of shoes to suit every occasion. So what that he gets by with one pair of shoes and a pair of trainers. Excellent for him I say. But I cannot do that, no I can't, there is no way you can convince me otherwise even if i only ever wear the same two pairs (though not at the same time of course that would be silly)

Before the PC brigade jump down my throat this came from an AUSTRALIAN FRIEND!

An Australian Love Poem Who said Australians weren't romantic?

Of course I love ya darlin
You're a bloody top-notch bird
And when I say you're gorgeous
I mean every single word
So ya bum is on the big side
I don't mind a bit of flab
It means that when I'm ready
There's somethin there to grab
So your belly isn't flat no more
I tell ya, I don't care
So long as when I cuddle ya
I can get my arms round there
No sheila who is your age
Has nice round perky breasts
They just gave in to gravity
But I know ya did ya best
I'm tellin' ya the truth now
I never tell ya lies
I think its very sexy
That you've got dimples on ya thighs
I swear on me nanna's grave now
The moment that we met
I thought you was as good as
I was ever gonna get
No matter what u look like
I'll always love ya dear

Now shut up while the footy's on
And fetch another beer.

One for eh PC brigade

DEAR DIARY,

There was only silence at the other end of the line, so I finally just
hung up. He didn't call back. Bet he felt dumb..!

The sun is shining again, though didn't manage to watch the sun rise. I did however, from the cocoon of my bed, listen to the dawn chorus. why is there always one bird louder than the rest!

Simon is off to town today to meet with friends and have a day out. His dad paid him some wages for the work he has done and left it to me to read the riot act - yes I have to go through the routine of do's and don'ts even though he is 15 and quite sensible I can't let him go out without doing this routine!

Richard is definately getting his hair cut today. It looks like he has had his hand in an electric socket, it sticks up all over the place and drives me mental!

Nigel is working and my plan after dropping Simon off, is to pick a few things up in town and then come home and clean the house - cant' go away if the house is untidy, it has to be tidy so today is a good day to do that, though it may be hot Richard will be a friends so I will be able to get on.

Back is hurting a little today, think standing all that time and ironing didn't help much at all. Ah well, hopefully once I have been over my fit ball that will stretch it out a little.

Right enough of this mundane news, now I have bored you all to tears, I am going to catch up with the overnight news

Have a good day