Tipsy Keys

Tipsy has just frightened us all.  He went into one of his fits and in the process knocked down my bunch of keys, which fell with a loud clatter onto a tin cash box where I save my 1p and 2p.  (Well, I’ve heard that if you look after the pennies the pounds will look after themselves.  I’m looking after my pennies – but my pounds still suffer from the delusion that they come from Aboriginal stock and go on “walkabout”).

However, to get back to the keys, there are so many on there now and is why it made such a loud noise.  I’ve got my own two, of course, then two of Meg’s, two of Ian’s two for the two doors at the Centre, one of Alan’s and one of Mum’s – so with about ten keys jangling away I sound rather like a Warder from Holloway Jail – (when I was staying at Welling I had yet another two keys on it).

I have noticed Tipsy is having these fits more frequently than he used to.  His black coat is also turning into a russet brown.  He is 9 years old now and I don’t think he will live quite as long as the others.  He is still a happy and affectionate cat but I can see the signs of ageing coming.

Early Computer Technology

I haven’t been on the Word Processor for ages.  I must make time for that because if I can get into the use of the Computer side of it I can do all kinds of weird and wonderful things.

Various discs have been prepared for me by Arthur – so I haven’t got to drive myself silly trying to fathom things out – but I’ve still yet to master the Computer side and need time and peace and quiet to sit and concentrate.  One day…...?

£5 Chain Letters

I heard on the radio that several people in Manchester have been baffled by receiving £5 notes in the envelope addressed to them and post marked in Ireland.  The Manchester Police spokesman said “It looks as if someone in Ireland is trying to start up a chain letter but has forgotten to enclose he instructions”  That tickled me pink. I love those little snippets I hear now and again when I’m not listening!

Sticking Ballcock and Blocked Overflow

My ballcock was playing up the other week, didn’t rise far enough and I had to lift it manually.  Twice I forgot and had the passage and the kitchen flooded.  When Alan came over he looked at it and said it was catching on something and bent the arm so it works all right now.  He said the overflow should have taken away the surplus and prevented the flooding and when he checked outside he found it blocked up with a clothes peg and plasticine.  How long they had been there is anybody’s guess – as is who put them there in the first place.  This is the first time I’ve had this particular problem so the overflow hasn’t been needed before.

Disappearing Act

I got some photos in my camera but the film hasn’t been finished up and anyway that fact is academic at the moment because the camera itself has gone AWOL.  I do wish I knew where I put things.  One minute they are in my hand and the next – puff – gone.  There is many a magician who would like to have my skill but it would be useless for me to give coaching on the subject until I have mastered the art of returning the said item to view again – once I have cracked that there will be no stopping me!

Grace Russ - 9th June 1988