No, not me and Nellie Aldridge, and if you’re reading this Nellie, you know I don’t mean it. And, I’m not going to google you, because I’m sure you’re sitting there, eating your sweets, and saying ‘who cares.’
The sun was out in Warwickshire today, so it was great to get in the garden. Me and Alan were scrubbing down the fence panels, that were green, and faded, with a solution that takes the panels back to the wood, ready for painting. They look like new, but will be better when they’re harvest gold, which is the colour we’re planning to paint them. The solution was strong, so when the gloves got soaking wet, we used carrier bags on our hands. Looked funny, but effective.
Next week, I’m a temp. Working as the receptionist in a local factory, answering the phone, and sorting the post and ad hoc, duties. Looking forward to that. I went for an induction day last week, and the people are friendly. Especially the lady who I’m covering for, as she’s off on holiday. As long as I press the right buttons, and don’t cut anyone off, it should be alright. I’ll let you know.
Now, someone not far away has a big birthday coming up in the next few weeks. He likes surprises, so I have a couple lined up, but can’t say anymore as walls have ears as Mrs Brown says. Our Son tells me, ‘you won’t keep it a secret, I’ll bet’ he also tells me that I whisper even louder than I talk. He swears he can hear me two rooms away. So my lips are sealed for the moment.
Susan Jones - Writer 
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