But all that aside, my short blogging break was not spent idly. Oh no. I have been busy indeed, and having a very exciting time.
This is my new shirt. Can you see what the badge is? Yes that's right the Parachute Training School. The Number One Parachute Training School. Brize Norton is where the Parachute Regiment do their training. Very elite. About a hundred miles from where I live. Not too far for me to travel.
|I am so pleased I went ahead with my breast enlargement operation. The results speak for themselves.|
These shirts are not given away lightly. They have to be earned. The winged parachute is a proud badge, and I will wear it proudly.
|I really need to work on losing my fat gut too.|
Apart from getting this great shirt, what else have I been up to? Well my roof repairs are in hand, thank goodness. Although the rain, the flipping incessant rain, the bloody rain, the wet rain, keeps stopping me from completing that job. But I am quietly confident that my repairs will finally solve the leak problems.
I have still got a bit of work to do inside the wagon as well, but I am getting there slowly. The leaking roof does hinder a bit in this respect.
My extremely handsome son George and I, with Sadie the German Shepherd, have been on a few nature walks, when the weather has permitted. I love to spend time with my boy. We found an Orchid on one of our walks. Such a sense of achievement.
Oh yes, and I went to a car boot sale. I love car boot sales. Some good bargains to be had. I was looking for some material to make curtains, but no luck in that respect.
However it was not a complete waste of time, because that is where I got the shirt from. The shirt with the Parachute Training School badge. A wonderful find!
What? Oh come on now! I never implied any such thing! You didn't really think I'd been hurling myself out of aircraft, did you? At my age!
It's good to be back!