Fairy lights

 

I don’t want to go to back to work today

I want to sleep in under the duvet as the dark ice hardens Bluebell’s windscreen wipers.

In winter I hate coming home to a silent dark house.

The dogs will be at Trendy Carol’s and Albert is usually asleep in the West wing’s Office

and so the cottage is quiet and still and empty which I drive down the lane.

I often leave a light on in the living room to make the cottage more welcoming but tonight I will be faced with a row of fairy lights, left by my sister in the patio revamp of yesterday.

I will post photos of her work once the gravel is laid but yesterday she’s planted out camellia, and ferns and evergreen broad leaves as will as hellebores, heucheras, and tiny almost delicate herbs in miniature terracotta pots .

Delicate bulbs and flowers have filled a hanging basket and spring primulas fill the gaps within the bowls and buckets and planters with cheerful greenery.

It looks lovely

The solar powered fairly lights have been wrapped very carefully around the beams above, giving the cottage a rather cheerful aspect in the dark.

Mr Poznań had walked by very carefully, like an ageing king penguin, when I took the dogs out before choir zoom meeting at 6.30

I asked him if he’d liked the new light display 

“ Very Pretty …..very gay “ was his simple reply 

Choir

 

I needed choir tonight.

Perhaps it’s the wolf moon, but I sensed that all the choir did .

We met on zoom…the singing unimportant 

Hattie’s baby Freya was there, Mary too on my knee like the baby she is, and lovely Heulwen, Jamie, Margaret and John, Gill, Hillary, Claire and Sarah and the others including the ever cheerful Lyndi without her Charlie

It was nice to see them all

But What?

 I’m feeling somewhat unsettled today and I don’t know quite why.

I had an unsettled night.

So much so that Dorothy woke up from her sleep apnoea slumber to lick the back of my neck until I fell asleep again.

I have a sense of waiting for something important is about to happen.

But I have no idea of just what that something is.

It’s wrong footing me, somewhat.

I woke at dawn, with the bedroom full of a strange red glow and went outside to look and photograph  the frozen but fiery sky to the east.

Further down the lane Trendy Carol had been photographing the skyline too. She was dressed in a fashionable long green coat and hat.

“ We are taking the girls tomorrow arnt we ?” She called , bringing a type of normality to the unreal morning.

I’m back at work on days after today.

I feel I’m waiting for someone to knock on the door .

Or for the phone to ring.

Or a message to ping.

It’s a strange feeling.

My sister is coming to organise my “patio” with its half arsed planters this afternoon and I’m meeting some friends shortly for lunch shortly.

Choir on zoom later, and I’ve collected all of the ingredients to make gyoza dumplings for my healthy lunch tomorrow.

The dogs have been walked and fed

And Dorothy is watching me carefully under a heavy brow from her usual spot on the kitchen reading chair 

Something is going to happen…I’m sure of it 

But what ?

Madge & Bisket

 

Sponsorship

Bit of a cheeky post today

My nephew, Leo is taking part in a sponsored walk for autism in March and is looking for sponsors 

If you are interested in sponsoring him you can pledge any amount you like in the lower donate box on the right of the web page

He and I would be incredibly grateful for any donations received.

Monies will go to the autism Initiatives Group which is a charity that provides assessment , care education , employment and meaningful activity to individuals with autism spectrum condition and provides information and support to individuals with ASC, their families and carers

Link

https://www.walkforautism.co.uk/fundraisers/leoburton/walk-for-autism-2022

Thank You

Please Sir More Patatas Bravas !

Eleanor and I outside the Storyhouse

 “ Darling John I’ve missed you so!” 

Chic Eleanor was on lovely form when I saw her this afternoon 

We met for a lovely late lunch in a rather swank tapas bar in Chester. 

And she shirked her a Christmas pashmina with suitable joie de vivre before we clinked Sherry glasses. and ordered.

It’s ages since I’ve sampled traditional tapas, 

It was lovely.

We ate delicate croquets filled with black pudding, delightful patatas bravas, sweet zamburiñas scallops in their shells and tiny bowls of chorizo infused lentils with garlic and we both agreed it was fantastic to feel cosmopolitan again. 

“ Darling John” Eleanor crooned , holding my arm “ I’m so happy “

And so was I.

Eleanor exudes happiness

We went to see the so so, abridged and sanitised version of Oliver Twist at the Storyhouse which was almost fun. 

Eleanor , as usual got into the spirit of the adaptation but without Bill Sykes’ death and Nancy’s abuse it wasn’t the same for me, though I did like the black African version of Fagan played with some talent by Cynthia Emeagi 

We talked and talked and talked the afternoon away into evening and I left her by the Church , back at home thankful That I had ever met her.

Colour

Purple is the soul-lifter
Red, the flame of passion
Yellow, the light of warmth
Green, vibrant stem of life
Pink, a whisper of beauty
Orange beckons, take a chance
Blue is the sea tide in us all
~Terri Guillemets


What’s your colour?
Mine ?

I Give Up

 After my disastrous date last year ( the one who never shut up about himself ) I was resigned never to meet up with someone from a faceless forum again.

Last week I received the offer of a “date” from a man I shall call Dan

We are both on the same LGBTQ+ Facebook group which is based in the next county but because of covid most of the social meeting activities planned have been postponed or cancelled over the last two years. 

I did go on one of the walking excursions last summer, which was nice if not somewhat lesbian “ heavy” , but missed the PRIDE social which looked a little too young for me.

Dan messaged me from a comment I made suggesting running a gay themed cinema night. He sounded intelligent and film savvy and eventually after a few relaxed cinema based messages he asked if we could meet for a coffee. 

He told me he was a riding instructor and that he was single 

His Facebook profile looked pretty ordinary and sorted  

This afternoon I drove to a cafe twenty miles away to meet him 

The conversation flowed I thought and three coffees later we agreed to meet up on Tuesday for a dog walk. He seemed a little shy but interested.

When I got home I messaged him that I had enjoyed our chat 

Only to find that he had left the social group and had just blocked me on Facebook, messenger and mobile phone…

Lol …….WTF ? 

I think I’ve been ghosted

His last words to me in the car park were

“Don’t forget your poo bags”