Friday, 12 June 2009

Lost balls and car parks

I've been in a bit of a car park trance these past few days - you know when you are driving around looking for somewhere to park then you sort of forget what you are doing and why you are there! Am I the only one who gets like that?


But I am off and running now, not in the pounding the streets way, not quite that energetic but all the same I am making headway in a few projects. Apparently I am going that a way!

Today George and I went on a lovely stroll to the next village and back. Lost another ball in the stream - yes it is underwater and someone wont go and put their nose under to get it back and by the time I got to have a look the water was so full of silt there was no chance of finding it! I could go back with wellies on tomorrow to attempt the descent down the bank to hunt for it, alternatively I could just pop to the market and replace the sunken ball. By the way the picture is of George at the beach and that is a beautifully clear rock pool - nothing like the muddy place where his ball is now!

Off to work again now, take care all

Sarah x

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  1. Sue12 June 2009 at 12:54

    I know the car park feeling well. My son gives up all hope and just sits there muttering.

    I also know the the amount of balls you can go through, we have left a trail of balls, stuck in trees, in deep ditches and just lost in the long grass. I buy them in bulk whenever I see them going cheap. Gorgeous photo of George peering into the pool.

    (And are you really sure you want to go thataway, you'll get your feet wet!!)

    Sue xx

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  2. Anonymous12 June 2009 at 16:52

    it ok, i quite often forget why i have gone somewhere and what i wanted lol

    the other day instead of putting the milk back in the fridge i put it back where the cereal lives and left it out all day (and the cereal box in the fridge) D'oh!

    Rose XXX

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  3. Margaret's Ramblings12 June 2009 at 23:16

    Our Garak is so lucky as a few years ago my daughter worked at a Nottingham hotel when they were holding one of the top tennis tournaments. Every day she came home with about 6 tennis balls that the players didn't want. We still have a bag of around 50 so he always has one to replace a lost one.

    Margaret

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