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Grandma's Pudding Co, Friskney (2026)

07/10/2026

Good morning.
Yet another lovely day and warm sunshine. The veranda sitting was lovely yesterday. All the flowers are still growing and I keep wondering how long they will last.
I'm not a lover of winter. Autumn isn't too bad, but spring reminds me of new beginnings, so I think that's probably my favourite.
We've had lots of requests for old fashioned puddings, which I will do once we have the space. A few holdups have put me back a few weeks, but I'm getting there.
Dividing myself between the tearoom, the house and the gardens is getting confusing. Let's just hope I don't mow the cakes, vacuum the pies and chop down the sausage rolls. 🤣
I'm so confused which one I'm supposed to do first!
John is resting. I meant to concentrate on the back garden last night, but after Sam's shopping and a trip to the vets with Hope for her allergies, I ran out of daylight.
So I came indoors and tried to match codes up with labels instead.
Tracking is probably one of the most complicated jobs and although I've been doing it for seven years, I still manage to overthink it and confuse myself!
It's a system you have to keep on top of with everything you make, so it can be tracked right back to its source.
It's easy when you buy cakes in from somewhere like a supermarket. The tracking has already been done for you.
Make one yourself and every ingredient has to have a code. The butter, flour, sugar, eggs and anything else you add for flavour. Every individual ingredient has its own code, then the finished cake gets its own code.
Everything has a source, so everything can be traced back to where it originated.
It's basically deconstructing a cake. 🤣
And that can take some time.
These days I like to batch cook because once something is cooking, I have to make all the codes and paperwork for it. I've seen some much more automated ways of doing it, which I'm sure would be easier, but of course everything costs money.
I used to keep paper trails, but now it's all done on the computer. Much easier with a spreadsheet type system.
So you see, I ran out of time.
Then my eyes became heavy.
Hope had the right idea. She was off to bed by eight.
Wise girl. 😂
If it rains this evening, it will slow me down even more, so I think today I will bake and get some planning done for next week.
After all, it's hump day!
The second rhubarb pie is going out today. 😋
Oh, I know... I can start prepping the goulash.
Venison.
With a kick. 🌶️
I can now officially say a huge thank you to the Stickford Defibrillator Team for their wonderful £400 donation.
Thank you Jo, Alan, Jenny & Dawn. ❤️
They keep and update the three defibrillators in Stickford and held a quiz evening in their village, then very kindly donated some of the money raised to us.
It is all very gratefully received.
They are a lovely group of people who we have met quite a few times, and they also had to put up with me when I did a talk in their village hall! 🤣
Thank you John for checking with them.
I have a meeting this morning, so I'll be back with you after lunch. The team will keep everything going while I'm out.
Zac made an amazing breakfast earlier. Just perfect. 😋
Kayleigh is starting to build her confidence and is also putting meals together. Her recent promotion has put her in the position of cooking full meals, which is fantastic to see.
She normally holds me together, so I'm not sure who is going to hold me together when she's cooking! 😂
Oh, and I've heard from the pie warmer company in Germany.
They are sending us a replacement.
Fingers crossed! 🤞
Right, time for coffee. ☕️
See you later.

06/10/2026

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06/10/2026

Good morning.
Yesterday was a lovely day. A steady flow of regulars and new customers. Thank you for all the recommendations too. 😊
I would say the two pies winning the race at the moment are the steak and the turkey. Both quite yummy, very tasty, full of filling and, of course, homemade.
Daniel also made some rhubarb pies, which will be available today. 😋
Last night I got together with John Deere and tackled some of the nettles.
Well... I say tackled.
It was more like entering a jungle armed with a mower. 😂
We did take quite a few down, but underneath was a complete archaeological dig. Every time I cleared a bit, something else appeared. Bits of metal, things I had forgotten we owned, things I don't remember ever owning and probably several things that have been quietly waiting for me to find them for years.
Nothing seems to have a home out there. Everything has just been dumped, forgotten and then swallowed by the nettles.
It was like the nettles had been running their own storage facility.
"Yes, we'll take that old bit of metal, put it over there and grow six feet of nettles over it. She'll never find it." 🤣
And they were right.
I found a lot of things I had completely forgotten we had. So many things to move around and make sense of. Too many metal sheds, contents that need sorting and a lovely new large shed, hopefully, that will hopefully take it all.
Organised.
Labelled.
Easy to find.
That would be heaven.
At the moment, finding something is more like an episode of archaeological discovery. Dig carefully, remove nettles, uncover mystery object and stand there wondering what on earth it is. 😂
I've started, so I need to do a bit every night and work through it all. I think I will invest in some proper gloves though.
John can rest for a while. I cleaned his deck, washed him down and he is now covered and locked up in bed for a while.
My legs, ankles, arms and fingers are all sort of itchy and needly from the nettles.
I will beat them.
Eventually.
Possibly after they've finished laughing at me. 🤣
A skip is a big possibility right now. I've no idea what I will be throwing away, but if I've not used it in over a year, it can go.
Once the back is done, Timone can move and I can start on his pen. I think the replacement shed will have to go there. Keep it tidy and be able to house the tractor and John, and anyone else I decide to keep. Access from the back, not from the front.
We are all cameras now after the rogue builder kept coming back and taking things. I only wish we had them working then. I would have loved to have caught him. Couldn't deny anything then!
But that's old news now. 😕
So my plans are in place.
Big clear first, then get rid of all the sheds and replace five with one!
Or is that six...?
I think I found another one under the nettles. 🤔
Mark doesn't use them anymore, so lots to go.
Of course, I'm keeping bits that I can use. Lots of metal to go, which should make a nice weigh-in. I have a plan to be able to tow it all myself to either the dump or to be weighed in. 😇
It will take a bit of time, but I've been thinking it over for a while and it's doable.
So tomorrow, after all the chores and a quick visit to the vet, I will don some gloves. Amazon are good at getting them here on time, and start discovering what is under what.
A pile to dump.
A pile to weigh in.
Provided my body stops feeling like a pincushion.
Chocolate...
Aghhh.
Forgot to finish the chocolate cake.
That will be done in an hour. 🍫
New menus are on the table. Not completely fulfilled yet, as the darn weather keeps being warm, but I'm on it...
It will take me about another week to get it fully up to date.
Yes, the pies are on. Mash or chips with veg, or pie on its own. Gravy, of course. Or pie and veg.
It's really up to you. 😊
So, back to the tearoom prep for the day, and of course time for a coffee.
Perhaps decaf today. ☕️
See you later.
Oh, our website is now live. Not totally finished yet. But it's close. Thank you David for your expertise. So many rules and regulations, never mind the technical stuff. It blows my mind.
www grandmaspuddingco.uk

05/10/2026

Good morning.
On Saturday, I made a decision!
I finally did it.
Looking at my future of doing lots of things on my own from now on, and getting increasingly frustrated with promised help that somehow fluttered away to the bottom of the pile, I gave in.
Yes Amanda, it came true.
I did it.
John Deere has appeared again.
Husqvarna didn't cut it.
No, I'm not giving up on Husqvarna. The drive belt is on, the deck belt is on, she just doesn't cut. I WILL get her fixed, but for now, I gave in.
And then John Deere came along.
He sort of winked at me from the page on my phone.
You know when you just get a feeling about someone?
There he was.
Not new. A few scrapes, a few scars and definitely a history behind him, but who doesn't have baggage?
He was the best I could afford and, quite frankly, he was beautiful.
Manly.
Reliable.
Works hard.
Doesn't stop...
Well...
Slight hitch there. 😂
But he reminded me of my old John Deere and I think that's what caught me. May he rest in peace, whoever has him now. He probably misses home. He was terrorised by the awful builder who took him away six years ago.
Anyway, five John Deeres were fighting for my attention on my phone.
How was I going to get them home?
Two in Hull, one in Essex, one in Withernsea and one in Peterborough.
Peterborough shouted the loudest.
The price was good. His owner was a mower man and a mechanic by trade, so at least John had come from someone who understood him.
All I needed to do was go and meet him.
See if there was an attraction.
See if he would do what I asked without hesitation.
Colin lives over that way, so he came with the trailer, just in case.
And there he was.
John.
A little battered.
A few scrapes from his previous life.
But standing there looking as though he was saying, "Well? Are we going then?"
I think I fell for him.
He came home with me.
We stopped on the way for petrol and then Saturday was our first proper day together.
We bonded.
For two hours we worked side by side, getting things as straight as we could.
He worked hard for me.
Didn't complain.
Just kept going.
It wasn't perfect the first time around, but I thought we'd finish the job on Sunday.
Perhaps I got carried away.
Perhaps I asked too much of the poor old boy.
Because Sunday morning, John had clearly decided he'd had enough.
He stopped.
That was it.
He wasn't going any further.
He had run himself completely empty.
Literally. 😂
So Hope and I took him a little trip to get some more fuel. We had a drink, went for a walk while the sun beamed down and then headed back to finish our work.
I fed John.
He wasn't impressed.
He turned over.
But he wouldn't start.
Oh.
Was this the end of our brief relationship?
Had John been pretending?
Had I been had again?
Google came to the rescue and it appeared that somewhere along the way, I'd introduced a bit of dirt into his waterworks.
His fuel filter certainly didn't look as clear as it had on Saturday.
Something had choked him.
So, I got to know him properly.
Not just the handsome exterior.
I met his brain.
His heart.
His inner workings.
I took him apart bit by bit.
Carburettor.
Fuel pump.
In and out fuel lines.
Spark plugs.
Even blew a few of his pipes. 😝
We were getting quite intimate by then.
After clearing the final pipe and undoing the little screw that lets air, oil and fuel out, there was nothing left to investigate.
I'd taken him apart.
I'd cleaned him out.
I'd learnt how he worked.
Now came the moment of truth.
Back together he went.
And he started.
John was back.
A little clearer.
A little happier.
And, I think, slightly relieved that I'd bothered to understand him rather than just give up.
I can only think that as he drained away, some dirt got into his body, or perhaps it came from the petrol can.
Either way, I now know his entire mechanical brain.
And I'm quite attached to him now.
I fell for him straight away and, after our little weekend together, I feel confident that we can work as a team.
I'll look after him.
I'll tend to his needs.
I'll keep him fed.
I'll listen when he starts making strange noises.
And hopefully, he won't let me down!
Yes.
I gave in.
Probably one of the best decisions I've made recently.
Now I'm not in a rush. Husqvarna can have my attention next.
One more garden to go and John can have a rest.
I got so excited, I even started lopping trees and hedges and tackling the vines that insist on strangling the trees.
Skip maybe next.
I'm not sure.
Depends how many warm days are left.
I also need to get the diesel heater on my camper done before the cold hits. I need ramps to get underneath her, but stable ones.
Her falling on me would be far worse than Husqvarna falling on me! 😳
What a wonderful weekend I had!
And strangely, I feel quite de-stressed after John appeared in my life.
I didn't realise how frustrated I'd become. I was just filled with determination.
Wow.
What a feeling.
There's room to stress about other things now. 😂
And after all that excitement, it's Monday again and back to the tearoom!
There's always something to keep me busy here, so no chance of sitting around admiring John Deere all day, unfortunately. 😂
Today's pies are steak and ale, steak and black pudding, cheese and potato, turkey, cranberry and date, and chicken and mushroom.
Chicken and mushroom slice, cheese and onion slice and very meaty sausage rolls will be in the pie warmer.
They will appear at 12.00.
Takeaway or eat in, with the offer of a full meal.
Take a look at our new menu too.
Our adult participants are doing really well. They prepare the breakfasts, burgers and pizzas, all to strict standards. It's lovely seeing them getting stuck in and taking responsibility for their jobs.
Other things are going on behind the scenes for the winter weather too, making sure you're all comfortable and warm.
Saying that, this weekend has been lovely.
I was tempted to put the roof down, but through Boston appeared thousands of those little white flies.
Plan B.
Windows down instead.
I had to keep washing the screen because they were absolutely everywhere. White dashes all over it, as if someone had spattered white paint across the windscreen. 😂
Cakes...
Hmm.
I'm working on it.
Chocolate has got to be one!
Now, where is my zig-zag pattern tool!?
Rhubarb pie anyone?
I need to think about the rest.
Coffee time and celebration.
And I'm looking forward to this evening when I can attack the nettles.
Woohoo!
Time for coffee. ☕️
See you later.

02/10/2026

Good morning.
Great day yesterday, great pies and fantastic customers. Thank you. ❤️
Our hot piece of equipment arrived yesterday. There was lots of excitement when we opened the box, only for the excitement to disappear fairly quickly when we discovered it was damaged. 😬
Certainly not German quality!
Very disappointed.
So, that was a short-lived bit of excitement. 🤣
We still have pies, bakes and sausage rolls on offer. The new display does look a little small compared to the cake fridge, but then again, we aren't Greggs or a supermarket, so it should be OK.
Well...if we keep it!
I've written to the supplier, so we will see what their response is.
On the other hand, I didn't ask their permission, so I can't name them, but we received a £400 donation yesterday.
I had absolutely no idea it was coming. Totally took me by surprise and what an amazing surprise it was.
Wow! ❤️
So, despite the disappointment of the damaged display machine, what a complete transformation in emotion when we received such an amazing amount of money.
I will let you know where that money goes, because we actually have two projects on the go in the pipeline and one to finish.
When we receive donations like that, we like to make them mean something. Something that can be used for as long as we are doing what we do. It doesn't just flitter away and, of course, there are no wages here.
We are all volunteers.
We are here for one primary aim, and that is to make sure our participant adults reach a goal, as much as they are able, to have an independent life.
We all believe the same thing here.
Our Heat or Eat project, our safe meeting place, our friendly, non-judgemental environment and our excellent quality food are all secondary.
Of course, without all those things, we wouldn't be who we are, but our ethos will never change.
Without grants, we do well.
Without you, we wouldn't survive.
So £400 is just amazing.
Thank you. ❤️
It looks like another warm day today, so another day on the veranda.
Could its days be numbered as we head towards winter?
Of course not!
You've all got coats!
We've got blankets! 🤣😂
Wait and see!
There's a point here when I'm tempted to say, let's see what complaints or reports we get.
Oh dear.
I said it! 🤣😂
Don't worry, we're doing nothing wrong. It's just funny when we make an improvement and suddenly, like magic, the letters start arriving. Questions. Reports. Concerns.
And, of course, the occasional person who appears to have made it their personal mission to keep a very close eye on what we're doing.
Especially when what we're doing involves supporting learning-disabled adults.
I'm still trying to work out what the problem is.
Perhaps I'll understand it one day.
Perhaps I'll need a map.
Or a cup of tea.
Possibly both. 🤣
Sometimes I genuinely think I'm on the wrong planet.
Anyway, enough about the mysterious committee of people who seem to have appointed themselves guardians of absolutely everything. 😂🙃
Back to the important stuff.
Last night was email writing and finishing some pies. I decided to leave the mower alone.
It has teased me enough.
Tomorrow is a different day, however...
As long as the weather is kind, I'm going off to find something a bit more aggressive to tackle my nettles.
We do have nettle tea here, but I think we have enough! 😄
Right, oven on.
Turkey, date and cranberry pies going in.
If you want a particular pie, let us know in advance, as we have discovered we run out quickly.
The pasties are fine. Just cheese and onion, chicken and mushroom.
The cheese and potato, steak and ale with Stilton topping and the steak and black pudding, are all ready and waiting.
Pie on its own is also fine. We do have chips or mash to go with it if you prefer.
And the gravy is beautiful! 😋
Right, coffee time, then pie time.
See you later. ❤️

01/10/2026

Good morning 😄
Well, the pie tally is looking much healthier than the mower tally! Cheese and potato, steak and black pudding and steak are all done, with the turkey, fig and cranberry one underway. I even added bacon for a bit of moisture. I'm basically becoming a pie-making conveyor belt. 😂
Mowergate continues though.
After fixing the belts, getting the movement back, checking the pulleys were turning and feeling underneath to make sure the blades were actually there, I thought we were getting somewhere.
Apparently not.
It has now decided that its new career is flattening grass rather than cutting it. The blades are there, the pulleys turn, but something isn't quite right and the speed seems to slow down every now and then.
So the current scoreboard is:
Angus 1 he put the drive belt back together last night
Carole 0
Mower 3
At this point, I'm tempted to approach it with a pair of scissors and a deeply personal attitude. 😈
Although, after yesterday's little brush with death, perhaps I should stop sticking my hands underneath machinery. Engine off, key out and everything stopped before I investigate anything else. The mower has already demonstrated that it cannot be trusted. 😳
And then there is everything else on the weekend list. Three to four foot nettles, fences, posts, a tearoom maths conundrum, tree chopping, moving machinery, journeys, heavy lifting and moving fridges.
Talking of fridges, my brilliant plan of "a few painkillers and I should be able to move both fridges" probably isn't the most sensible approach. 😂 I really don't need the organised counter to turn into an orthopaedic incident.
The mosquito has also had its last meal though. 😈
My knee reacted rather spectacularly to a mosquito meal last nigjt, and is absolutely enormous and itchy. It's still something I'm keeping an eye on, because apparently even the insects have decided to join in with the chaos.
Hope's feet are also bothering her, so that's another thing to sort out.
And how on earth is it 1st October already?!
The year has absolutely sprinted past. I've somehow gone from pie making, to mower engineering, fencing, tree surgery and vehicle moving, while the calendar has quietly announced that we're now in October.
The L200 is going up for sale too, so that's another job finally coming off the "I'll sort that out eventually" pile. Three vehicles sitting around is a little excessive. 😂
So, coffee first, turkey pie second and machinery later.
Hopefully Pie 4 emerges successfully and Mower 4 doesn't become necessary. 😁
See you later.

30/09/2026

Good morning.
Thank you for yesterday. Lovely to catch up with you all. ❤️
The new winter menu is coming together nicely. The cheese and potato pies are all done, ready for Thursday, and the steak and ale and steak and black pudding pies are ready too.
Today it's turkey, cranberry and fig pies and chicken and mushroom pies. Then I'll have the corned beef hash and pork and c***r ones to do, for now.
The other pies will appear one by one, depending on which ones prove most popular. They can be served on their own, with peas and gravy, or with mash or chips.
Pasties and sausage rolls will be added too. Let's see how we go.
Our new equipment arrives today to compliment it all. As the weather turns, the soups and goulash will start appearing, along with the roast dinners. I'll update you once I've prepped all the pies.
Now, last night wasn't quite so easy. 😬
In true Carole fashion, I started on the mower.
I still don't quite understand how the drive belt goes on, but I got a VERY close look at it yesterday evening. I mean VERY close!
I donned a work T-shirt and trousers, like a proper mechanic. Tools at the ready, mower already jacked up so I could get good access and see what I was doing.
I crawled underneath and had a quick gander at all the pulleys, debris and other bits that make it all work together.
Many years ago, actually when I was at school, I wanted to be a mechanic. I've no idea why. I guess it was part of my rebellious personality.
Dad wouldn't have it. The thought of his youngest daughter with oily fingernails was a huge NO!
I've always wanted to know how things work. Which bit moves to make the other bit move. The mower is different now, but YouTube is my guide.
Obviously, the mechanic career was thrown out the window, so I made the fatal mistake of marrying a mechanic instead.
Again. Rebel personality. 😂
On the wedding day, I knew I shouldn't, but it had all started. So I did.
Very, very fatal mistake.
Should be a book really!
I do get myself into some scrapes.
I digress.
Back to the mower.
(By the way, Mark was NOT the fatal mistake. He was the most loving man you could wish to meet. Devastating illness has made him who he is now.)
So, I shuffle underneath using my legs, doing an upside-down soldier crawl under the carriage.
There is a pulley hiding behind another pulley.
Trust me to buy a mower with TWO belts!
YouTube told me to manipulate the hiding pulley sideways both ways to release the drive belt.
I tried.
I really did.
Probably a bit too enthusiastically.
I have a not-so-good arm, which, probably on the twentieth pull, decided it had had enough, gave way and dropped down.
The pain shot down my arm, making my whole body jolt and my leg kick out, knocking the mower wheel off balance on the jack.
The tyre gripped the flat part of the jack as if its life depended on it.
Actually, mine did.
I lay there.
Very still.
Waiting for the inevitable.
Wondering if I could reach my phone, then wondering who I would actually phone!
This is the point where you realise you're on your own and you need to rescue yourself.
If I made the wrong move, I'd be wearing the mower.
I know I could do with losing weight, but the squashed method didn't really appeal. 🤣
Then I thought about Hope.
If this fell, what would happen to her?
I didn't want her wondering why mummy was suddenly pinned to the ground and wouldn't play.
Would anyone find me?
Probably not.
So I thought it through.
Head first.
I could fix the legs, but not the head.
So, like a cartoon cat, using my feet, I carefully pushed with my toes, doing much of the walking in my trainers, edging myself forward until my head was finally out the other side.
All the while watching that clinging tyre.
This was going to be a slow, gentle movement.
The pain in my arm wasn't subsiding, so gripping the ground wasn't really happening. My heels did much of the work as I edged my way to freedom.
Eventually, I was out.
I lay there for a while thinking, "That was close."
Then I started giggling to myself at how ridiculous I must have looked.
So there I was, lying on the ground, looking up at the sycamore tree losing its leaves, thinking about how ridiculous my life can be sometimes. 😂
It took a while, but strangely, my heart wasn't racing.
Finally, I got back onto my feet and gave the mower a body push to get the wheel back onto the mower jack.
It took a few goes, but it's resting nicely now.
Ready for round three tonight.
Meanwhile, the grass grows.
I could really do with being twenty years younger. I wouldn't have all these aches and pains then!
Mower 2.
Carole 0.
I'm now debating whether the leak in the dining room roof would actually be easier to fix.
But that's not going to cut the grass.
So back to today.
Will and Zac will be serving, so I'm hoping that apart from the pie making, I can chill for a while.
A few appointments tonight, then I'm back under the mower.
Time for coffee ☕️
Oh, and lemon meringue pie topping to make. 😋
Getting to bed last night, was a small challenge in comparison. She was growling in her sleep doing an Elvis lip impression.
See you later. ❤️

29/09/2026

The trial of the first pie! This is a cheese and potato. Wow! Like a strong cheese pie, wow.!
This is!.
Now for the rest of the cheese and potato pies to be made.

29/09/2026

Good morning.
It's warmer out there than the sky and light would have you believe. Another day on the veranda, I think. 😊
Yesterday, Emma and Daniel set to work starting the pies. They put together the cheese and potato pie filling, which will go into the pastry today.
The chuck steak was cooked to perfection and that will be going into pies today to make the steak and black pudding and the steak and ale... I think! 🤔
Once those are done, the turkey with fig and cranberry pie will start cooking, followed by a chicken and mushroom. They will all be premium pies, made with our own recipes and our own unique style. Most should be ready by Thursday.
We will also be serving pasty slices, pizza slices and, yes, our sausage rolls, along with some guest sausage rolls.
You will be able to buy them hot to take away, or eat them here as a meal or a snack.
That's part of our menu out of the bag! 😋
Things are still slightly hectic in my non-organised brain, but they are beginning to fall into place.
There is still lots to do outside. Hopefully, after running to the vets later, I can get things started... or just stand there looking at it all again, feeling completely overwhelmed. 😂
Do you remember, a few days ago, me telling you about not being scammed?
Well...
He's back.
Like a bad smell.
Or one of those weeds you pull out, only to discover it has apparently got a motorway system of roots underneath it. 🤣
The scammer is still at it.
Last night, I received several messages telling me my order had been put to the bottom of the pile because there was £100 outstanding.
Oh no.
Anyway...
I thought I'd have a little play.
I asked if I paid the £100, would I get my delivery.
He said yes.
Apparently, he could get it to me by 9pm.
This was about 7.30pm.
Now, I'm no expert in logistics, but unless he's got a teleportation machine hidden in the back of his van, I'm not entirely sure how that was going to happen.
Apparently he's in Wolverhampton.
Perhaps he was planning to send it by carrier pigeon. 🐦
Or maybe he'd strapped it to a very fast tortoise. 🐢
I told him I wasn't sending any money and asked if he thought I'd fallen out of a banana tree.
I'm still not sure why I used a banana tree.
Perhaps that's where scammers live.
Swinging from branch to branch, waiting for unsuspecting people to walk underneath. 🍌🤣
I then told him I had to disappoint all our disabled adults and how awful it was that he was trying to take money from them.
His reply...
"Don't be like that, please!"
Honestly.
I'm not sure what he expected me to say.
"Of course! Silly me! Here's £100. Shall I throw in another £20 for petrol?" 🤣
It's all on text and screenshot.
I mean, how low can people go?
No, don't answer that.
Those that know, know.
People can go lower.
They'd probably need a JCB to dig down far enough. 😂
How can you pretend to be a good person, but on the inside be an evil one?
No, don't answer that one either.
If you know, you know! 🙄
It's a strange world.
I'm learning so much in my older years about people. I think I was very protected when I was younger because I genuinely didn't realise these people existed.
I suppose I thought most people were basically decent and occasionally a little bit daft.
I hadn't realised there was a whole industry of people trying to pick your pockets while smiling sweetly at you.
Is it me?
Do I attract people who are not nice?
Do people see me as vulnerable?
The promises, the hidden agendas... I always thought I was immune!
Perhaps I look like someone who has "PLEASE SCAM ME" written across my forehead.
It's not there, by the way.
I've checked. 🤣
Don't worry.
This girl has ways and means and is on top of the ball, ready to kick it where the sun doesn't shine. 😜
I just act a bit vulnerable at times.
Don't confuse that with stupid.
That's like confusing a sleeping crocodile with a handbag.
You might find out the hard way. 🐊🤣
I don't take fools gladly.
It's not going to be long until I tell you all.
It's coming. 😅
In the meantime, be careful.
My flat tyre was never flat and is still up as it should be.
Testosterone Man has long gone, although I'm pretty sure there are more about.
They seem to breed when the weather is warm. 🤣
It does beg the question...
How can I teach the participants here all about people who just want to take you for a ride, so to speak?
I suppose I can do it by example.
Perhaps my life is becoming a live demonstration.
"Today, class, we will be learning about scammers, suspicious men and people who mysteriously develop an urgent need for £100."
Homework will be to keep your money in your pocket. 😂
It's actually quite frightening.
As a parent, always.
As a parent with a child with vulnerabilities, even more so.
Heck, what a mountain to climb!
And apparently there are people at the bottom trying to charge you £100 for the privilege of climbing it. 🙄🤣
Apologies if the camper is in the way this morning. I'll move it later. It had our things in it, which were unloaded yesterday.
The broken mower is in the way of taking it onto the field, so it will have to stay on the front until I move it.
Another job for tonight.
I really do need to save for the John Deere mower I had taken from me some years ago. I hope it's OK, as I looked after it. We both did a tremendous job cutting the grass, until the rogue builder decided he wanted it more.
I've seen a few just over the £1k mark.
Yes, second-hand.
I can't afford a new one again. Those days have gone. 😔
Most of them are miles away. That doesn't scare me, but I'd have to hire a van with ramps or a car and trailer to bring it home.
Where there is a will, there is a way!
I guess it's the biting the bullet and being brave enough to spend that type of money. I'm keeping what I have close to hand for some legal stuff I'm going through, so I'm hesitant.
Barristers are not cheap! 😉
I'm not happy with the scissors either!
My hands ache. 😜🤣
The nettles are worse, but I'm going to have a go at those later.
I think I have a scythe somewhere, so that will be a start.
It's going to be like cutting through a forest. 🌳🤣
Anyhow, it's time for a coffee and to make some pies.
See you later. ☕️🥧

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