Bluehook's Diary

I started doing this diary in June. If you haven't been following have a look at the Cast of Characters which gives a quick low down on the essential day to day characters who are mentioned here...it will make more sense if you do.

I've given up trying to make my arm work, it's lying under the stairs now. Lorna took the hay up to the horses and fetched a sack of coal round to my door. I was hoping Peter would phone and say I could collect the replacement device today but he didn't so eventually I phoned him but it hadn't arrived anyway. Tomorrow. I did get some good post this morning though which makes me much happier, a fantastic pair of slippers from my ever so lovely sister and a book about Flash 3.0 which I ordered ages ago, before it had even been published.

I tried to phone Lisa then but she wasn't in, the man I wanted to speak to about water divining wasn't in either nor was the man about pond grants. I did speak to a couple of people about raeburns but both of them were asking about £2,500. That was enough on the phone for me then and I went off into town to get shopping. Loey was here when I got back, popping round to see if there was any e-mail from the yoga centre in India for her and when I checked there was indeed. I left her to reply to it and got thoroughly stuck into the Flash 3.0 book. It makes sense in the book, but made less sense when I tried to put it into practice later.

It was my turn on dinner and it seemed to take ages to cook, mainly because Hansi had said she would cut the chips up and then lunched out and did a deal with Lauren. Not that Lauren can't make chips but 10 year olds make chips very SLOWLY. I'd gone away in the meantime and luckily Irene had arrived into the kitchen and was speeding the process up so I could get the rest of the food done. After dinner I sat and watched, or attempted to watch Peter Greenaway's film The Baby of Macon - what a load of utter tosh. I mean, really, what an utter waste of resources. I didn't even make it to the end. What with one thing and another but mainly the vulnerability of not having my arm I was feeling quite peculiar by then, and when Irene and Lorna came back in from fixing the caravan stove Irene saw this and we all ended up sitting and talking till 3.00 am. I never meant to stay up that late but I had such a need to talk and it all felt ever so much better for me afterwards.


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