The Rug Doctor

Is there no peace?  The daughter hired a rug doctor from Tesco for 48 hours as her carpets were looking pretty shot after Wispa had 7 puppies.  6 of the puppies have gone to lovely homes so that leaves one, Lola and her mum.  Having cleaned her carpets she decided to get the most for her money so came to my house to give the carpets a clean.  Well what can I tell you, the carpets have been down for 40 years, good old Wilton stuff - she arrived at 8.30 this morning, before I had barely had time to eat my breakfast.  The carpets look amazing, just like new, even the stair carpet looks like new after 40 years of trudging up and down.  She even cleaned my Persian rugs.  They now look a completely different colour! The problem now is that all my furniture is all over the place and I can see dust everywhere, on the skirting boards, on the pictures, everywhere. That's what lockdown does for you.  Admittedly for the last 3 months of having nothing much to do, I could have cleaned the house instead of going out cycling and tending to a vegetable garden.  My friends on Facebook were diligently cleaning out their cupboards, cleaning the boot room, cleaning everything in sight while I was happily cycling with Mildred.  So now it is my turn to put the house into some sort of new order.
Mildred did ring just now to see if would like to go for a ride today. No chance, I am exhausted, but we have decided to go tomorrow, so I had better get a shift on the put the house straight.

This gardening lark is all very well but all my crops seems to be ready together.  I am now overrun with cucumbers, and there is a limit to how many runner beans, french beans, snap peas, courgettes and lettuce a person can eat in one sitting!  I have onions coming along, not quite sure what to do with these in due course - they were given to me as onion sets by my friend.  I think when they are ready I shall dry them out or whatever you do with them and string them up like the Johnny onion man who used to deliver them to me on his bicycle, although I do believe that things have moved on as Susanne gets them from a Frenchman but he has a van! C'est la vie!