Dripper on the roof

I hope the week has treated you well and that you've managed to survive the cold frosty nights. Ne'er cast a clout 'till May is out.

Welcome to new follower Mick Cope - now there's a blast from the past. Hello Mick it's good to have you on board.

Nothing much has been happening in this world of routine so I shouldn't complain really, I have been really busy preparing to go away for a week's holiday to a specialist college in Essex for a course of study on psychic art. I've been doing some psychic art recently, drawing dead people for those for whom I am doing readings and so far it's been very positive, so I'm off to get a grip of this specialist subject and see what happens. If nothing else, it will be a relaxing week in the company of good friends.

I am about to type a list of things to do for my nearest and dearest who will be having her own break - at home away from me! Water plants in greenhouse, feed fish, put the domestic bin out on such and such a day, put the blue recycling bin out on another day and so on and so forth. I didn't realise how much of the domestic chore rota I had under my wing of responsibility.

We have had our flat garage roof felted this week after we had noticed some leaks this winter. The roof has been felted for about seven years now and was time for renewal anyway. Don't ever have a property with a flat roof - pain in the neck! I wish I could afford a pitched roof - if I win the Euro Millions tonight - I'll have one.

The trouble is the roofer has left a mess behind. Yes he's done a good job on the roof, he's swept up and cleared away, but he's left tar drips on a window, oily tar marks on the white double glazing window frames and on a garden seat and I am not pleased at all.

So, there'll be no blog for a week, mercifully, less for you to read therefore, and I'll update you with a precis of what happens at the college when I get back.

Have a great weekend and a successful productive week next week.

Chat soon

Ta-ra.