Yesterday I went with Fiona to a charity shop and we bought fabric, books, casettes and videos.
One of the videos that we bought was Joseph, the Donny Osmond version. I was bought this originally as a Christmas present and Beauty watched it so often that it 'died', now she has a replacement it seems that she wants to watch it constantly. If I wasn't word perfect before then I am now! It seems that even the computer has fallen out of favour and she didn't go online once last night.
At gone 11pm last night there was a very loud knock on my back door,we were all a bit surprised because Fiona,Ariel and Beauty were home and SnoWhite was spending the night at a friends. Ariel, thinking it might be SnoWhite, didn't open the door but asked who it was. We were all a bit shocked to hear a voice call back THE FIRE SERVICE. Throwing the door open we were amazed to see a flashing fire engine by the gate! It seems that our neighbours(yes Belle and Anastasia-those neighbours!) had phoned the fire brigade because they smelt petrol around our car.The same neighbours who phoned the police because builders were doing work on the house whist I was out. The guy in charge asked if we had been out in the car recently and I said YES AT 10PM, he explained to the neighbours that the reason why the car smelt of petrol was because it hadn't long been driven. I couldn't apologise to them enough, I imagined all sorts of scenarios from having disturbed their evening meal to having already gone to bed. I am so sorry Mr fire Fighter Man.
Why didn't the neighbours knock the door and tell me they smelt petrol?
If you know my neighbours you know the answer to that one.
Fiona and Ariel were a bit concerned that they might be causing trouble because I had had to speak to the council about the condition of their garden. They have 2 dogs and the dogs poop in the garden and that is where it stays for weeks on end and with the warm weather,well I am sure you can imagine the situation. Plus the vermin the filthy garden encourages!We used to live in a 16th century stone cottage on the Oxfordshire/Berkshire border and it was a lovely house until the farm opposite emptied it's grain silo towards the end of the year.Then the local rats would go looking for food. NICE!
The council were delighted to tell me that rats live within a metre of everybody. That is so nice to know. I once saw a small section from a reality TV show where they were cast away on an island and one of the men hadn't washed his face and hands before going to sleep and had awoken to a rat chewing on his face.
We sometimes call Beauty MOUSE (or rat when she is being a typical 6 year old) but I not so sure about calling her that anymore!