Jemma

We rang Jemma for her 6th birthday, June 22nd.  All she could talk about was the guinea pig that she got.  If I heard rightly, its name was Beethoven, but I could be wrong.  She answered the phone in such a grown up fashion.  sigh.   They grow up too quickly for Nana!

I've arranged to go to a place tomorrow to do something that I've never done before and I know that I won't be very good at doing it but it's important to me to do it.  I've had this planned for 6 months.  I'll take Steve because he will be better at it.   No, I'm not going to ask you to guess what it is!  I can't mention it in case Rachel sees this.

Wimbledon --- so many late nights and early mornings.   Roger Federer wouldn't have made it without me!   Lleyton didn't need my help but I gave it anyway. 

The clutch on the Landcruiser gave out so Steve ordered the part and repaired it today.  Surely there can't be much left to repair???    Silly me!!!

Steve fell INTO the caravan tonight and put a long gash on his arm.  He was hurrying, because I had a hypo and he was feeding me soft drink and jelly beans.  In a very befuddled state, I attempted to inspect and dress the wound.   I knew that I wanted to bathe it in salty water but for the life of me, I couldn't think how to make water salty!   Ho hum -- we got it all done eventually and he's feeling fine.   It wouldn't be Steve if he didn't have something bleeding or scabbing!