Dear Marmite
I am having Ezra-Mae this morning and I am so excited. I have promised Danielle that I won't drop her on her head. This is a joke by the way. We always told Sammi, when he did something daft, it was because he was dropped on his head when he was a baby.
Danielle is practicing leaving Danielle in readiness for her to return to work so there will be big changes ahead in her family organisation. I might be baby-sitting when both Richard and Danielle are working so it will be practice for me too.
I have been quite busy lately too. I volunteered to make some stuff to sell at the Community Orchard on September 11th. In preparation I picked apples and plums from the orchard trees. This turned out to be a risky activity as I got clobbered on the head by four falling apples while picking them. It struck me how Newton must have felt to the power of four!
I also picked a couple of kilos of blackberries to make blackberry and apple crumble from along the canal. Apart from getting caught on brambles and stung by nettles, this activity was far less dangerous. I also got chatting to people as they strolled past. The tow path is quite a friendly place. It seems that jam making is a popular pastime in these parts.
We had a beautiful sunny day for the Orchard Event. This was an unusual upturn in the autumn weather. Most of August and the beginning of September have been dismal. I made 20 fruit crumbles at about 7am on the morning of the day and then realised it would be sensible not to take them along to the orchard on the back of my bike. I aim to use my bike for all short trips but in the interests of delivering reasonably sound crumbles I opted to do the 4 mile trip in my car.
I always worry that my cooking won't be popular. It is like when you take something to a potluck and then the host gives you the untouched dish to take home again because no one fancied it. The upshot was that all the local produce was a hit and everything went like hot cakes. I needn't have worried. I even had a little assistant!
I am still having problems with Marks and Sparks. They are the pits. You can't get to speak to anyone for at least 20 minutes and then no one seems to be able to help. I will NEVER consider them again as a place to shop. They are a shambles. It took yet another trip to the Stadium store to find out that I am actually going to get the damaged cushion replaced this Monday. How much effort would it have taken to tell me this was going to happen?
Danielle had trouble with her car and took it to the nearest garage which is on Stratford Road in Wolverton. This turned out to be a big mistake. The Eastern European mechanics clearly had no handle on what the problem was with her car, buggered it up some more and then charged her £200 for the pleasure. Not only was this annoying, she then had to hire a tow truck to get it to a garage that could fix it. Like Marks and Sparks, places like this should be blacklisted. Perhaps this is the new norm for the UK. Who knows?
I am sure life is easier where you are, I have noticed that Singapore has hit the news for having an outbreak of the Delta variant but you are still in a good place despite all that.
Love you loads, Marms.
Hugs all round
XXX
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