I had been in the middle of telling you about the delightful visit from Teddy and Giselle, when I heard a loud whistling in the corridor just outside my flat. Only one person whistles that tune regularly – Georgie Red, so called because of her mane of ginger/russet hair. I’ve known her for many years – we were at school together – and she is one of my dearest friends who recently became my neighbour here. Georgie has the most piercing whistle you can imagine and the song which she loves to belt out is “Hey There Georgy Girl” which was, of course made famous by the Australian group The Seekers in the swinging sixties.
Georgie acquired her nickname at school and it has remained with her. I’m sure her wonderful hair has some help from a brand which is advertised by Davina McCall. This is the one thing Georgie is very secretive about – whether or not she colours her hair! I really don’t understand her obsession with this – I mean, does it really matter whether or not her locks have been the same shade for nearly seventy years! I’ve just been looking at a photo of her in her younger days. Her hair is still virtually the same now but it really doesn’t matter in the great scheme of things.
Now where was I – ah yes, I remember. I heard Georgie outside when she was returning to her flat. She had obviously been grocery shopping as she was dragging two trollies behind her. Now I’ve recently converted to having my shopping delivered (by lovely young men) after placing my order online. Me – using a computer and paying the supermarket without needing to venture from my flat! I must discuss with Georgie how we could place a joint order. It would be so much easier for her.
I must also remember to wrap her birthday present – her birthday is on 18th April, and I’ve bought her an Inklette loom. I know that she doesn’t have much space here so this is quite small. I do hope that she likes it! It will give her something new to learn.
Now, my dears, I’ve digressed again. I had a quick word with Georgie, made arrangements to see her later, and went back to my two friends. While I had been having a quick chat outside, Teddy and G were having a good laugh about something which happened to Giselle a few days’ ago. I’m not exactly sure of the details, but no doubt I’ll find out later – it was something to do with G’s massage table! If you remember I saw her leaving Gordon’s flat one day last week – or was it the week before? I really should start keeping a diary of events otherwise they are going to begin to get really muddled in my mind.
Teddy put another pot of coffee on (when they’ve gone I need to drink tea for the rest of the day) and G started to tell us about her visit to Fred who lives on the ground floor. I like the position of Fred’s flat; it has glass doors which open onto the garden and he can often be seen in his chair whilst reading his daily newspaper. Now apparently G had an appointment with Fred to massage his legs and feet – do you need a massage table for that? I’d have thought he could have sat on his bed – yet again, perhaps not! I’ll not go any further with that thought – no let’s just leave it there! My son has a good phrase for when I get an idea in my head which won’t go – he says to me “Mum, just park it there. You can come back to it another time.” That works really well – particularly if I write it down so I can remember what it is that I’ve parked! Getting older does bring its own problems, my dears – you will find that out for yourselves.
Anyway back to G and her visit to Fred. Apparently Fred heard from Gordon that our retired senior police officer – who lives in an apartment (the posh side of the building) near to Mrs. M has been trying to see if he can supplement his income by becoming the new building manager! Now I know that Mr. R is still on the run, but I wasn’t aware that his position here had become completely untenable and that the leaseholders were already planning on appointing a new manager. I would have thought that the pension of a highly ranking police officer would be quite substantial.
I will need to find out a little more about this – has G managed to pick up the wrong end of the stick? It wouldn’t be the first time; however something is obviously happening regarding Mr. Roach’s position in our community.
My goodness – I’ve just looked at the clock and my friends have been here nearly three hours. No wonder Harry is thinking that he needs to go out! I tell the girls that I’ll clear the plates and cups away after they’ve gone. Giselle says that she will see me later in the week and Teddy indicates that she’ll ring me for a chat.
Once they’ve gone and I’ve straightened everything up I suddenly feel quite tired. Strange after all the coffee I’ve been drinking. I better put my feet up for a while and later I’ll look at some patterns for the shawl Mrs. M has persuaded me to make for her. As for Georgie Red – it’s lovely having someone of my own age living in the same building. We’ll catch up later on – there hasn’t been much time since she moved here.
Well friends, I think I may have a short doze. I’ve been very busy entertaining – and it’s quite tiring. Till next time my dears. As Always –
With Love – Jan xx