Dusty bluebells

We used to play this in the school playground when I was a little girl. I find myself singing it every time I go to hang out washing as I weave my way in and out of the scaffolding. 

The men finally finished on Friday. We've got some serious scaffolding in place.

We're assuming there will be a chute to throw tiles down into a skip below. The roofer said there wouldn't be, but I wonder if he realised how high the structure was going to be when he said that.

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Friday was GrandSon3's birthday and he was having four friends over to his house for a sleepover - with very little sleep by the sounds of it. Football at midnight, snooker at three. Glad those days are over for us though I seem to recall it was the girls who made the most noise when ours had sleepovers.

Saturday, oh yes, embarrassing much. I drove to Mumbles and was attempting to reverse park in a slanted space in a narrow road. Completely missed the gap - fortunately nothing in the next space - so went forward to try and reverse again, and the gear stick thing went funny. 

It's an automatic but the little lights had leapt on the opposite side to the Reverse, Forward, Park marks, where it said something like M/S. And I couldn't get it to move anywhere. Not forward, not back, not to the right side. Panic!

I've never seen the other side lit up before and had no idea what it meant, and, anyway, what it meant was less important to me than getting out of it!

There were two men walking up the street so I opened my window and did my helpless woman bit. They looked in through the window and, of course, as I was explaining the problem, the gear stick returned to its normal position.

After that I decided I wouldn't park there after all.

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All the local* family came round to us for birthday cake on Saturday afternoon. A choice of two cakes as the boys had eaten so many sweets overnight nobody wanted any cake. Then we played a game of P is for Pizza.

It's a quick speed game where there are triangular cards each with a different topic on. Around the central pile are three more triangles, the other way up and they have letters on them. The game is to name something for the topic beginning with the letter next to it. And be the first to do it.

It's amazing how quickly one's mind goes blank when asked to name something with spots on beginning with r.

Highlights: Husband shouting, "Fenetre!" as something square beginning with F. 

"You can't use French words!"

"Why not?"

And me. Name something beginning with I in Stars Wars. Me: "Indiana Jones!"

I wasn't allowed that!

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Sunday in prison for the church service. I was asked to do the reading and the men clapped afterwards! So I did a little bow.

And, because of the chaplain's words, I reflected on an email I was planning to send and decided against it.

* I said to GrandDaughter3 in Italy that all the family had come around for the tea party and she corrected me. "Not all the family."