Sugar and Spice and All Things Nice…

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I’m really pleased that you seem to like my friend Teddy.  As long as you’re able to keep up with her boundless energy and accompanying personality, you’ll always be happy to see her and her four-pawed friend.  However, you will not be presently aware that Teddy also knows another of my friends. 

Giselle is a totally different kettle of fish – she’s also loved by everyone who meets her.  Now this is possibly something to do with the marvellous cakes, cupcakes and biscuits which are always in evidence in a wicker basket which she carries ever so carefully over her arm.   G is a wonderful baker and is virtually mugged for her sweet treats when she visits our establishment.  Funnily enough it’s usually the men who rush to greet her!

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I first met G when she was in her early twenties.  She enjoyed gossiping even then.  I heard all sorts of stories about her neighbours.  I was the first to find out when someone was getting divorced, and I also knew when another woman was pregnant; on that occasion I knew before the woman’s husband was informed he was going to be a daddy!

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Today, she was very excited; she had heard the awful news about Patricia and wanted me to know some “facts” about the case.  Now although I absolutely love G to bits, I was under no illusion that this news would likely be a work of fiction – not designed to be malicious, no G wasn’t capable of being deliberately vindictive.  However, she was a past master at embellishing any facts in order for them to be appropriate for any given situation.

It transpires that poor Patricia had seen one of the residents who lives in our small community talking to a well-known criminal.  Patricia didn’t realise this, but the other person thought she may add two and two together, and come up with an answer that could jeopardise the freedom of someone else.   This all sounded terribly convoluted to me, but G convinced me that she hadn’t manufactured this information. 

I was a little annoyed anyway, because my meeting with MI5 this afternoon had taken an unexpected direction.  Instead of discussing Mr. R and the strange happenings within the building, the officers who visited me decided that they wanted me to assist them with another problem which is ongoing within the local community.  Although, of course it is flattering to be asked to assist our security services, it is rather worrying that there appears to be more than one criminal group currently operating within our small village.

Oh yes, that was it – I was telling you about my friend G who had arrived bearing edible gifts, not just for me, but indeed for many of the gentlemen who live the in building.  Another piece of information I should really give you relates to my friend, herself.  She loves visiting people, particularly gentlemen of a certain age.  She calls to see them regularly, complete with her folding massage table.  One day I just happened to see her leaving Gordon’s flat.  She was carrying so many things, it wasn’t surprising that she managed to drop her handbag.  She managed to gather the dropped items together very quickly, but not before I spied a thong which she very quickly replaced in her bag.  She trilled a cheery “goodbye” to Gordon and went on her way, not having noticed that I was at the other end of the corridor.

How she managed to carry her bag, basket with cakes and a folding massage table without doing herself a mischief I shall never know.  However, she’s a lovely girl and I’m sure that everyone enjoys her company.  Although I don’t really like to hear her gossiping so much, at the moment it could be useful so I won’t take her to task about it.

Where has the time gone again.  It really is time for me to think about my supper.  I haven’t had any time to think about it, so I’m afraid it will be something on toast this evening.  Oh well, I won’t starve if I just have a snack tonight.  As Always –

With Love – Jan   xx

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I'm retired, disabled and after sudden death of wonderful husband, have moved closer to my son, daughter-in-law and baby, Charlie. I live in sheltered housing at the bottom end of the scale called Independent Living. I had been in an online Knit and Natter group for a couple of years before Ian died and the members of the group were and still are a wonderful support to me. Since moving here I have now got my own little Facebook group where the members are now my friends and extended family. It was suggested that I write a blog - so here we are!!

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