Have room in my cupboards upstairs now. Have 2 filing cabinets to sort out then I am done. Have finished the major work on the garden, just have the shed to clean out and the patio etc to power wash then the outside is finished.
Was sad over the weekend. Muneer and Pauline had to have Chester put to sleep. They think he had had a stroke, so they carried him into the car and the vet did the rest. He was 15years old and had lived a good life but it is still a sad loss. It feels weird not having to climb over him when I visit as he always sat in front of the door.
On a brighter note Rachael and her bloke Dave had a little flutter on the football fixed odds and Rachael won just under a thousand pounds as all her 5 bets came up.
Did 3 yoga classes last week and I know about it, talk about ache but then I did most of the heavy garden work as well so am paying for my stupidity.
Natasha has 3 weeks to go at Uni then as she puts it,' I shall be a normal person again'
Everyone else is ok. It feels like there is wall to wall football on the tele at the moment so Michael is in the land of the fixtures etc.
Had to use some eggs up so made a wonderful chocolate cake with choc icing on. As we looked at it Michael said it is a good job Fuad isn't here as half of it would be gone by now. I also made a lemon drizzle cake which is to die for. Am taking pieces to M&Ps And J&Ks so we don't eat it all, we easily could.
Am off to bed, bottles are in, it has been cool and wet today.
Night all.
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Poor Muneer. It was horrible when we had Sausage put down. I cried like a baby. By the way, I like the "needed to use eggs" excuse in order to make a chocolate cake.
I feel sad for M&P. I know when I visited last time he was finding it difficult to stand up.
Sonia, Sam loves lemon drizzle cake it is his favorite will you email me the recipe. Your becoming an expert with the cooking - good on ya!
Oh no! Poor M and P. I bet they are really missing him. He was a lovely dog. Send them my thoughts.
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