Wednesday 26th August

I'm getting bored.  My flight to BG seems a long way away and I'm only hoping that the promise of October, when my builders get released from the fields, still stands.  You can only go over outline building plans so much without getting despondent when there is so little action.  I suppose at least while I am here there are things I can do to sort out 'stuff'.  It's Bank Holiday this weekend and according to the weather reports Monday looks like the best day for outside activities.  I'll check out the local paper for events but one that I do want to do is the Ghost Walk around Brighton.

My good friend Karen Ford has emailed details that she has moved and opened up a sanctuary in Kent.  She has a new website and is going from strength to strength with her mediumship.  I wish her well and I shall have to pay her a visit to check out the new facilities.

Now it's time for bed said Zeberdee.....

Thursday 27th August

Well one of my friends at least reads the diary and we have just had a conversation about Peter James.  Apparently she enjoyed the last good read so much that she even emailed the author and told him so.  Now this very kind author replied and thanked her for taking the time to tell him so and I'm just wondering if I should contact him and tell him about her past (only joking).  I did mention at the time that this is how obsessions start.

I've just cleaned the kitchen floor for the second day in a row and for those that know me, this is a bit of a worry.  There was a pool of water in front of the fridge and on investigation it's a rather stupid piece of plastic at the back towards the bottom that is suppose to let the water out not keep it contained until you open the door.  I think that someone should go back to the drawing board with that one.

Now this dear friend is sweltering in Gib and I'm putting my dustbin back into an upright position after the heavy winds last night.  Now I remember the last time that Michael Fish said that there would not be a hurricane in the UK and this one was supposed to run out of steam as it crossed the Atlantic.  Well this one still had steam left in it.  Admittedly not so much as the last but there were lashings of rain too.  Can I shout this quite loudly....IT IS AUGUST that’s if anyone up there is listening.

Saturday 29th August

Well somebody who shall remain nameless was listening and yesterday the weather rapidly improved.  Now you have heard my ranting about Peter James the author and me using him as an excuse for not updating my diary (but he does write exceedingly good books) and this came home to roost in a big way.

The local Argus newspaper advertised that the said author was giving a book signing this morning and also part of the package was a tour of Lewes Crown Courts, an opportunity to sit in the judges chair, visit the cells, see Police dogs and birds of prey, have your finger prints taken and try on a wig.  Peter James was opening the event at 9.30 and then all the fun of the fair was to begin.  I dutifully set off, found a car park that would guarantee me three hours without the inevitable traffic warden in this beautiful town, arrived at the Court House clutching my copy of his latest novel and my camera to record the event, to find it all locked up but posters for the event to take place on..... 12th September.  Now me being an ex-cop in my enthusiasm missed the essential piece of information so it's as well that my legal eagle days are over....and it is now committed to memory.

So my next task was to find the boyfriend of the daughter of my good friend Pepe from Bulgaria who is currently working in Lewes at the kebab shop and this was accomplished and I have the photographs to prove it.  Poor devil though.  His normal shift is until one in the morning and, yes he was asleep, and yes his good friend woke him up at 12.00 noon to meet this woman who is adamant that she knows his girlfriend.  I carried on shopping in Lewes and we finished the day at the house of some dear friends with a fish and chip supper, a home made fresh fruit salad prepared by my own delicate hands and some red to wash it down.  What a thoroughly enjoyable day

Here are the photos of Emin the boyfriend awoken from his slumber. I'm due to visit again, when Peter James puts in an appearance, to collect goodies for distribution to a very sad young lady in Bulgaria.  He is over here and she over there but perfume might make it a little easier to live with or without.

Sunday 30th August

It’s the day of rest and all that.  I demolished poached eggs and ham on toast for breakfast on Asda's Tiger bread.  It was very tasty.  I set about my emails and what a super surprise.  My car Angel who is looking after the 'beast' while I am away has given it a clean bill of health.  His comments were that it is purring superbly and going like something off a shovel.  My response was that I would have preferred if it was likened to something going off a hot shovel and he did say that perhaps he had got it wrong and in fact it does.  The proof of the pudding will be on the 17th September when I take it round the block.

He also included pickies of the parts that he had removed and sent them on to me so that I could spot the difference.  I replied that was there a prize at the end of it and how many 'differences' were there and did I have to circle them and submit my application to be marked.  Perhaps he's taking this a little too far but I could send them on to the guy who sold me the 'beast'.   Up his street maybe!!

I feel very virtuous after my church visit and now a lazy day reading the papers.  It’s going to be something very simple for supper and then a beer and a snuggle in front of the television.  The weather has turned decidedly chilled.

Monday 31st August

The end of another month.  Well someone was certainly listening and those clouds have now drifted away and what a lovely day it has turned out to be.  Now I am torn between two options....gardening or athletics on the television.....athletics or gardening.....

The athletics won................