Pink, Blue and Purple

Our neighbours used to have pink and blue jobs, depending on whether it was domestic or DIY. Since he passed away two years ago, she says all jobs are purple, and she’s doing her best. We bought her a small tool kit for every day use that first Christmas, and she has been glad of it, proud as punch for changing a clock battery to a bulb in her cooker hood.

Hubby and I have had a good day. We don’t have his and hers jobs, never have really as he’s content to cook, wash or clean, and I don’t mind having a go with a paint brush or hammering in a nail or two, though it is rare they go in straight.
Today we cleaned the windows together, inside and out, having found a technique using a spray bottle and a scraper rather than the hose, bucket, and a wash cloth. It actually saves us money on our water bill as we are only using water we need, not splashing it everywhere, including over ourselves. We add a drop of washing up liquid and some vinegar to the bottle, and things come up a treat.

Some time ago, Hubby attacked the front lawn with a weedkiller that actually encouraged the damn things to grow, but to such an extent, that they ‘burnt themselves out’ and died.
The thing was, having thrown away the packaging, he couldn’t remember what he was to do afterwards, so this afternoon has seen him methodically digging out the dead stuff with a small two pronged fork from a sitting position wearing his yellow waterproofs to keep himself dry. He has enjoyed some bantering with the neighbours and passersby, and removed six full buckets of weeds and roots from our small frontage.
I then got the mower out and cut the grass (yes I was telling the truth on my Fibbing Friday post), which took me about ten minutes.
We now need to get some more grass seed to fill in the holes vacated by the ‘deceased greenery’, and although our grass will never be pristine or perfectly manicured,  it looks a darn sight better than it did.
Our home when purchased in 2017


About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! In November 2020, we lost our beloved Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney. We now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of Kizzy, my GSD when Hubby and I first met so had hers done too. On February 24th 2022 we were blessed to find Maya, a 13 week old GSD pup who has made her own place in our hearts. You can follow our training methods, photos and her growth in my blog posts. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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11 Responses to Pink, Blue and Purple

  1. murisopsis says:

    I detest lawn work so Sparky is charged with that. On the other hand he’d rather have a tooth pulled than do laundry. All the other jobs are done either together or as they need by whoever has the time… (But I like my cooking better than his!)

    • Hubby and I both like to cook, and the rule is whoever cooks doesn’t wash up. He makes the best pancakes and liver, bacon and onions,
      though my macaroni cheese and crumbles are usually better than his. Hubby doesn’t mind ironing, but on the boat we discovered the advantages of a warm fold, and I think I’ve used the iron twice! Also the beauty of living in tees and joggers.

  2. I love that you share all the jobs. Envious too, for my family don’t (or can’t) help much!

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