FRIDAY's FAVE FIVE - RANDOM 5 FRIDAY

1. In my aqua gym group the shortest one measures 1.50 m (4.9) and the tallest 1.80 m (5.9ft) and of course the water level is the same. Therefore one has to stretch and stand on her tiptoes while the other has to bent her legs so that only the necks and heads appear. We were doing an exercise and as both were close to the spot where the water gets deeper, suddenly the little one disappeared and was pulled out by the tall one, which of course made the whole class burst out in laughter.

After aqua gym I went with Dominique for a sandwich in "La Brioche", it should have been a short lunch, but as usual we met some other women there who updated us on the last happenings in Waterloo. They have a lot of choice in sandwiches and I had one with goat cheese, which lay between a slice of white and a slice of dark bread and was served with a good portion of mixed salad.

2. My new desk panel has to be painted and Ilona proposed to do it for me, as I am better in painting cats then painting walls or panels. When I arrived she was busy with washing her ceiling and the walls in a sudden attack of energy and activity, and we had our tea in the middle of buckets, sponges, and covered furniture. We chatted for a while then I returned home and she to her work, and when I arrived I looked at our walls and ceilings and thought maybe one day I will have such an attack too, but I doubt it very much. Fortunately it is not necessary either (yet) !

3.


Our Philips Senseo coffee machine is slowly giving up its soul, after not even two years. Of course I can't find the guarantee anymore which would still have covered a repair. Instead of two black water lines coming out of the machine, it now tinkles slowly like a source in the desert through the coffee pad and fills only half of the cup. I googled for help. We followed all advices to repair the machine. At the end I came to the conclusion that the best advice a guy had given was, to buy a new one, while the old one is in repair and when the new one is out of work to take the old repaired one and so forth. I won't buy a new one, I wait until there is no tinkle coming out anymore ! Meanwhile we push the button twice, to fill in a whole cup. If only I had known before that these machines don't last very long !

4. I went to Nicole to bring her dog Charlie's towel she had forgotten in my car. When I arrived at her house all windows were open and the door too, and the whole apartment stank of cold smoke. She had roasted two pieces of chicken in a pot, was interrupted by her neighbor who invited her for a glass of champagne, stayed there for an hour and had completely forgotten her chicken on the stove. When she came back she couldn't even see poor Charlie through the smoke !


Smoked Charlie

The pot was red and there was nothing left from the chicken, not even a little piece, it had been completely "incinerated" ! Dog Charlie took it easy, he hadn't even coughed but had run outside to get some fresh air. Nevertheless we had our coffee and got used to the still smelly room.

5. My cleaning lady probably thought I didn't have enough cats in my of about 450 cats collection and offered me a bunch of 6 ceramic cats !



after having looked through the whole house to find a space for them, I don't want to offend her by putting them in a drawer, I finally found a little space in the staircase leading to the guest room.

As usual when my friend Dominique goes on holidays we inherit her two budgies. They sit now in the guest room, the door well closed, otherwise they would be a nice meal for our cats !



When she brought them over, Rosie was just sitting on the stairs and made eyes like saucers ! The budgies are very cheerful and therefore very loud and the house is filled with their chirping. Cat Arthur sits in front of the door and rakes his brain how to get in ! Fortunately he does it only for a couple of days then he had understood, that there was no way to get into the room.

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A VINTAGE LADY's NIGHT

Letter : N

I raked my brain to give this post a title ! Google has become such a fussy censor. Titles such as "My nights", "My agitated nights", "My Night adventures" would be immediately X-rated and banned from my oh, so innocent blog.

It once happened to me because I had published a picture of Brussels Symbol



The Manneken Pis which you can find in Wikipedia and all travel brochures when you look up what to see in Brussels. This picture was taken off by Google, as it offended the public and could be classified under pedophile pictures. Google's employes certainly have a lack of  general knowledge and apparently must be quite bigot !

Back to my agitated night. First the wind whistled around the house and made such a noise that it was hard to sleep. When I finally fell asleep I was woken up in the middle of the night by something very heavy, fury and soaked wet, which was my cat Arthur who wanted to tell me that he was back from his nightly excursions. I dried my hands and Arthur and went back to bed again.

Then I was woken up by a big bang. I jumped out of my bed to see what had happened and found Mr. G. sitting in his bed fists up, he had banged against the wall and the picture which was hanging over his bed had fallen down and the frame was broken. Apparently he had dreamed that he was locked in a bus and banged against the door to get out. I put the picture aside, said good night and returned to my bed.

After a while I managed to fall asleep again, but was woken up by rambling noises coming from the bathroom.



I got up once again and found cat Arthur playing with a duck in the bath tube at 4.30 am ! I hid the ducks and went back to bed again.

Useless to say that in the  morning I was fresh like a daisy, had dark rings under my eyes and fell asleep after lunch watching TV.

These are the adventurous and agitated nights of a vintage lady, and have nothing to do with the nights I spent when I was young. Although that doesn't mean anything because I know a 72 years old lady who had two broken rips after having spent a night with her 15 years younger lover !

PS. I wonder if Manneken Pis will be censured again ???

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