Someone has been putting knitted bees in the trees in our road.
They are very jolly and have cheered me up during the Covid-19 pandemic. Some trees have several bees while other trees have a solitary bee. Apparently a neighbour who lives a few doors down is responsible for making the bees and then setting them free.
In exciting news, we have got a new freezer here in Foxley Green. It seems to be working okay but the instructions that came with it were rather confusing. There were no words, just pictures. For example, this image seems to suggest the freezer does not like bears so it is important to keep any bears out of the kitchen.
Cats are fine although sitting next to a freezer makes a cat feel cold, which is why the cat is saying “Brrrrr”.
The freezer also likes chemistry and bees
Nothing is ever simple. When we unpacked the freezer a white plastic thing fell off the back and I had to contact the freezer manufacturer to see if it was important. It looked important.
Turns out it was just to hold the plug in place while the freezer was being moved.
Two days after the freezer arrived we had a power cut and everything in it starting melting. This is typical. Some builders down the road had chopped through an electricity cable.
Luckily it wasn’t our builders because they are never here to cause problems (or do any work).
I sent an educational postcard to Helen’s daughter Little Jo but only a third of it arrived!
This another big mystery – hot on the heels of the mystery of the missing pencil and adds to mounting evidence that we are CURSED or that the postal service has a grudge against us.
The other side featured the address but no stamp so we are not sure how it came to be delivered or how how it got ripped into thirds.
Maybe it was munched by the sorting machine or chewed by a wild animal. We did wonder if it would arrive in sections like a puzzle but the rest of it has so far failed to materialise.
Just before lockdown started, I went to see the Tutankhamun exhibition in London where I purchased a pencil for Helen. It was a good quality pencil featuring pictures of King Tut’s famous death mask. I posted it to Helen but warned there was a slight risk it could be CURSED. This was a joke. However, the pencil did not arrive suggesting it was indeed cursed.
Weeks and weeks later Helen received a torn envelope and a letter from Royal Mail BUT NO PENCIL.
Where is the cursed pencil? Was it stolen? Will the curse now transfer to the thief? It is all very mysterious.
Meanwhile, I have told Helen she must claim compensation. That pencil cost £2!!!
Eek! There’s been a murder! This scary bone has appeared on the roof of the extension next door. Luckily I have done a course in skeletal studies so am pretty sure it is not human. Where did it come from? Who or what put it there? I don’t know. It is another Helenandjo mystery.
Seeing as helenandjo.com is read by so many people around the world, it would be remiss of me not to record the fact that we are currently in “lockdown” due to coronavirus or Covid-19. Helen is in lockdown in Northbamptonshire and I am in lockdown in Foxley Green while our friend and tenant is in lockdown at our primary residence in Sparrow.
Now that I have mentioned the virus, I can tell you my anecdote. I was crouching down in the front garden painting a gate when two young boys rode by on their bikes. The first boy warned the other: “There’s a lady” as he cycled past me (everyone has to keep out of each other’s way these days). After they had ridden past I could hear their conversation.
Second boy: Did you give the lady any money?
First boy: Why would I give her money?
Second boy: Because she’s homeless.
Basically the second boy had mistaken me for an unfortunate rough sleeper who was sheltering by a hedge and begging for money. I blame this on my jacket, which is a large green military jacket and the kind of garment a homeless person might wear. The fact I had messy hair and was a bit dirty from sanding the gate probably did not help. Hmph!
The answer is, of course, yes – in the case of something like the Elgin Marbles. But I am talking about general stones – the kind you find lying around or in a flowerbed. The reason I ask is because I have created an exciting new area around the compost heaps at my allotment, which is paved with stones that I have dug up (DIY gravel). The trouble is that I don’t have quite enough stones (because my beds are quite clear of stones now) so yesterday I picked up some stones from my neighbour’s plot. Half of me instinctively felt this was wrong and that I should have asked first in case he needed them for some unknown purpose. The other half justified taking the stones by thinking that normally you try and get rid of stones when you are trying to grow things as they get in the way. In other words, I was doing my allotment neighbour a favour.
I was scooping up more stones from my neighbour’s plot today when I was caught red-handed. A woman came up to me and said: “Have you taken over this plot now?” I said: “No – this is still Dave’s plot.” And she said: “It’s just that I saw you picking up stones.” I explained that I needed them for my project but I fear she was trying to make a point about the fact she had found me stealing stones. Now I feel very guilty and bad for taking Dave’s stones. I will have to mention it to him next time I see him and see if he minds or if he wants me to replace them.
Happy New Year to the many millions of readers of helenandjo.com around the world!
Idiots and scumbags are forever dumping stuff in our road. The other day I came across what looked like a scary snake in a cage. It’s not really a snake, of course, merely a length of hosepipe. But it must be dangerous otherwise why would it be in a cage? I don’t know why someone has abandoned a hose in a cage in our road – it’s another unsolvable Helenandjo Mystery.
Meet Willy the Worm who came out of my Advent calendar the other day. He is a bit disconcerting as worms don’t normally have eyes or faces. I would say he looks more like a cross between a frog and a worm.
This year helenandi have SEPARATE Advent calendars. Helen has the OLD one and I have a NEW one made by Helen’s Mum.
It is full of excellent surprises like Willy. I wonder what Helen has found in her Advent calendar.