Goodies, goody goody gum drops......

The Garden Fairy went to a charity cake sale this morning. That’s two days after the medical type lady said, “….need, weight….lose. pressure………blood…….betes….” So the kind GF, knowing my needs, came away with scones, jam, lemon drizzle heart stopper, choccy brownies no cubs or scouts available, Cloggy apple cake. That should seal the deal. Reports of my demise are of course just that, reports.

Last little bit about Sliema. Robert kept a canoe in the stairwell of our flats. Most mornings I would wander across the road drop it in the creek, slide in and paddle off the 5 miles to St George’s Bay, where our boat shed lived. Run up the hill, shower change, ready for work. Reverse in the afternoon. Ten miles a day in a slalom boat out at sea made for some well developed shoulders. Or so the funny boys at the local bar would tell me. Eeeeek.

The lady who cut my hair years ago had a tag on her bag. 

“Reality is for people who can’t handle drugs!”