

Beautiful North Devon with BLUE SKY OVER THE LADYGARDEN
Yours Sunnily
Celia
Trimming the bush of life…
My dear ladies and occasional gentleman, today is my BIRTHDAY

and by the method of SOCIAL MEDIA my dear friends have sent their birthday wishes, many of them wishing me a fun day. Thank you, how lucky I am to have such friends.
Well this is what I am looking forward to..

Having my temporary cap removed with something like this.
And a new porcelain crown fitted.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY GNASHERS!
Yours Notlookingforwardly
Celia
P.S. A birthday treat, just had a visit from a lizard in the garden.
My dear ladies and occasional gentleman, you may remember my visit to the dentist for my broken tooth.
On entering the TORTURE CHAMBER my DENTIST smiled at me.
I gave him a piece of handmade LEMON & LIME with a hint of PATCHOULI soap, manly-wrapped in tissue and tied with twine. I made it at at a fantastic SOAP workshop run by a dear friend of mine, somebody had dropped out and she kindly offered me a place.
I was paired with an ‘INTERESTING LADY’ who had very STRONG ideas of the SOAP she would make. She decided on LEMON & LIME and as you can see an ‘INTERESTING’ colour choice. It was pointed out by the SOAP expert that a hint of PICHOULI would bring the SCENTS together.
This scent her over the edge as she reiterated that she could not abide PATCHOULI as it reminded her of an unpleasant boyfriend she had when she was 17.
It’s not that I lack compassion but as she was a woman in her late 50’s I thought it was time she got over it.
The PICHOULI went in.
Giving my DENTIST the soap, made by my own fair hands, I said “This is a present to put in your EXECUTIVE TOILET, so now you have to be very gentle with me.”
SOFT-SOAPING? I lay back in the chair and he said ” No need for injections today, it’s a dead tooth so it won’t hurt.”
55 minutes of DRILLING, POST FITTING, MOLD taking, temporary CAP fitted I walked out.
My next appointment to have temporary cap removed and forever one fitted is next Tuesday. MY BIRTHDAY!
Yours Soapily
Celia
ps The soap is lovely.
pps I sat with the mold in my mouth for quite some time with the dentist checking it before he realised that it wasn’t going to set! It took a while to pull out the strings of what tasted like SECOND HAND CHEWING GUM. Embarrassment all round for the dentist (tee-hee).
KNITTING PRICKLY PROTECTION? I hear you ask my dear ladies and occasional gentleman, yes indeedy.
I needed some KNITTING NEEDLES to start a new project and was looking through my late mother’s collection when I came across these.

They hail from the 1960’s and are made out of COLOURED CASEIN a milk protein I believe.
Ideal for KNITTING something WARM and WILLY……….I mean WOOLY for the WINTER.
Yours Protectively
Celia
My dear ladies and occasional gentleman as I hope you may be aware I have been absent.

We were lucky enough to spend first a week in beautiful WELSH WALES, HIRSUTE ROLEY particularly enjoyed the beach. Despite the clouds it was lovely and warm.

We returned home for one night to the very lovely NORTH DEVON.

Then secondly a few days in gorgeous CORNWALL.

Beautiful flowers grown by my beautiful granddaughter.
A veritable CORNUCOPIA of CELTICNESS.
You would have thought that with all this relaxation and beautiful surroundings my HAIR would have decided to stay on my HEAD.
But NO!
On returning home I stepped into the shower (ladies don’t jump).
After I had washed my hair I noticed that I was paddling in about an inch of water.
Investigating the PLUGHOLE I discovered what appeared to be a small knitted jumper BORROWER size.
I HATE CLEANING PLUGHOLES THEY ARE GROSS!

Walking into the sitting room this product was on the Telly.
DILEMMA.
TWO bottles of GIN or some decent wine.
AGAINST
TWO months supply of FURRY FOAM.
Yours ALOPECIA AURIATALY
CELIA
P.S. I am still shaving my legs
P.P.S. Some eyebrow and eyelashes down the PLUGHOLE.
P.P.P.S. THE BORROWERS. See Mary Norton.
P.P.P.P.S. North Devon Photo courtesy of my dear friend Karen Owen.
My dear ladies and occasional gentleman, I can sympathise with TIM PEAKE.
I too am FIGHTING a battle with GRAVITY.
This morning when looking in my MAGNIFYING MIRROR which I have to GIRD MY LOINS to do, I made a DISCOVERY.

I have a small SCAR on the middle of my CHEEK, the result of leaping off a bed and catching it on a hook on a cupboard.
I looked and it was MISSING!
I DISCOVERED it.
Heading towards my JAWLINE!
Yours Gravitily
Celia
The ONE-EYED MONSTER in the LADYGARDEN is Ronald my dear ladies and occasional gentleman.
He has a swelling and not where you might think, naughty people.
It is his eye and it has been getting progressively worse since Saturday.
But my LADYGARDEN as you can see is beginning to flourish now that the GARDEN FAIRIES have erected a new fence.
Talking of fairies can you spot my little fairy door? I have several hidden around the garden.

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I am taking Ronald for medical assistance.
The DOCTORS is closed so we are popping into the VET’S.
Yours Fairily
Celia
p.s. I shall be visiting the wonderful RHS ROSEMOOR on the weekend for their ROSE festival.
My dear ladies and occasional gentleman, today I had to speak to one of our HIGH STREET BANKS on the telephone.
You will not be surprised to know that my call went from DEVON in England halfway around the world to NEW DELHI in India.
And it didn’t cost me a penny. It’s rare to be able to chat on the telephone across CONTINENTS in the middle of the day and all for free.
I spoke to a charming young lady who obviously had been trained by DAME JUDY DENCH when she was living in the MOST EXOTIC MARIGOLD HOTEL to be friendly and not to be afraid to go ‘OFF PISTE’ with the script.
After we had dealt with the boring bits we had a lovely little chat and I can say it was a very pleasant experience.
I do believe the dear young LADY paid my little ‘BLISS’* a visit yesterday, how kind.
I do hope she visits again, it gives one a glimpse into an EXOTIC world so very different from my own.
My dear new INDIAN friend here are some pictures of beautiful Devon for you
* I am sure you will agree my dear ladies and occasional gentleman that ‘BLOG’ is a rather vulgar sounding word, so I call mine a ‘BLISS’ so much lovelier don’t you think?
A HEN DO A’ DO NOT A COCK A’ DOODLE DO.
Yes my dear ladies and occasional gentleman a first for me the modern ‘Hen Do’. I wasn’t sure what to expect but I was very pleased to be asked by the BRIDE TO BE a very charming young lady called Minoa.
We gathered in her mothers house a mix of LONG-LEGGED young ladies, beautifully dressed balancing on spindly heels and a few mature ladies in flip flops and sandals.
The bride was crowned with a TIARA and VEIL with the most unusual patterned lace TWO ROUND buildings either side of a TALL one and then was given a similar shaped sceptre in lurid pink to match.
Pinning on our hen badges we mounted the MINI BUS, much to the drivers consternation.The very organized M.O.T.B. asked a round of riddles, what larks. After my 3rd miniature bottle of something that tasted of FRUITY COUGH MIXTURE with VODKA. I realised that there was a penalty for not only getting the answer wrong but getting it right as well!
It was a bouncy ride between the various PUBLIC HOUSES, drinking SEX ON THE BEACH dished out from a large THERMOS FLASK in the middle of the aisle.
A delightful young lady called Emilia a fellow gin drinker told me her breasts were kept in place with sticky tape to avoid unseemly BRASSIERE straps. (Handy tip)
We played some intimate and hilarious games with balloons, here is a picture of the bride.

It was a fun packed 8 HOURS and I discovered that with the odd PIT STOP for sustenance I can consume a rather large amount of GIN and stay upright. Although I wouldn’t want to do it every week.
Dear Minoa assured me that even though her and her fiancé were living together they had SEPARATE bedrooms until after their marriage.
I’m not so sure that’s a good idea. After all, you wouldn’t buy a TOOL before checking out its suitability for the job!
Yours Hen Peckedily
Celia
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