Friday

 

Dear Diary, 

Nu has just rung. Her fractured wrist is worse than it originally looked which is a pisser..

We talked and laughed as we always do but I could tell she had something else to talk about.

She told me that she had heard that the Prof was getting married again.

Strangely, and from nowhere, I had already felt that this was on the cards 

But I suddenly couldn’t speak and felt as though I had been punched in the face.

I hung up and burst into tears.

It’s a lovely spring day again, and I’d planned to see a Danish Romantic comedy at the Storyhouse. 

I think I’ll take a miss on that one now.

The girls have found rabbit smells in the garden and are frantically following trails

I think I will do some shopping later, I need a new lamp for the living room

Hey ho

Exciting

 By the time my little bathroom man was talking about spot lights, I was almost beside myself with excitement. Looking at heated towel rails and I was ( as Miriam Margolyes said on the Graham Norton show) Creaming in my knickers.

The excitement was catching and Dorothy galloped upstairs and peed on the hall carpet.

I am so excited that at the grand old age of 59 , I’m getting my first bespoke and totally desirable bathroom.

Work starts in around 6 weeks.

He’s looking at sorting out the office too but was confused when I referred to it being in the west wing

It was dusk when the dogs and I walked my little man back to his car and ambling back down the lane I looked at my cottage with it’s interior all warm with the glow of lamplight and fire and I felt proud and happy.

The fairy lights , my sister hung above the patio , glinted cheerfully and the newly tidied garden looked ordered and charming as a newly washed and buffed Bluebell stood guard behind.

I am so happy

X

Butter

I’m waiting for my sister to arrive to sort the garden out.

It’s a beautiful spring day.

I’m also resting my forearm over a proper coffee .

I’ve just made my first pat of butter

Korean spiced, and salted and ………small…..but perky.

It tastes bloody lovely 

My little bathroom man comes later……

Guess Who

I’m home late today

I’ve noted that yesterday’s underpants being tractor bashed in the lane  led to much hilarity amongst some of you, readers. who probably enjoy rather filthy schoolboy humour 

I will leave you with a story which matches it .

Now my first male partner Philip was a man not known for his sense of humour , but once he did something that did indeed make me guffaw long and hard.

After playing badminton with my best friend , I once came to my Philip’s home for a shower.

Unfortunately( for me) I left my undergarments on the floor of his bathroom and also unfortunately ( for me) said garments had a rather robust sweat/ skid mark for all to see.

Unbeknownst to me, Philip photographed the underpants with a helpful finger pointing directly  to skid mark and on line made the photo into a rather impressive and colour enhanced postcard.  

The postcard was then posted first class post to the ward staff on the hospital ward I ran at the time

On it was the simple comment 

Guess Who ? 

Are They Your Underpants?

Covid numbers within the choir seems worryingly high and with only ten able to meet tonight ,  choir practice has been cancelled. 

I’m pondering my day, sat at the kitchen table.

This afternoon I’m at film studies, picking On The Waterfront to pieces 

The rest of the day is free.

The cottage smells of peas.

The slow cooker has been warming pea soup all night. I’ve made sourdough bread and have just bought a Kilner butter maker on line which means the guilty pleasure of homemade salted herb butter…..

“Are these your underpants ?”

That was Heulwen calling over the kitchen wall.

It’s breezy and a pair had caught the wind and had left the box hedge where it had been drying 

They lay in the lane, flattened by a tractor wheel

She’s sad that choir has been cancelled tonight too.

We chatted for a long time.

It’s sunny but a little too cold in the shade.

Obese Camel et al….

 While my sisters threw and painted their own creations at pottery , I got on with painting my old creations before glazing. 

The finished articles will look rather different but I’ve gone pastel for my hilly letter rack and desert coloured for my obese camel .

Janet, is a true talent , this is her beach hut 

Next week I start my chess set

I’m back on the diet and am trying just a veg Korean detox.

I’ll start again tomorrow 

Sister Ann brought me a lamb casserole tonight

So today’s T shirt is a lie

Tee hee

A Bobble Hat As Tall As A Bishop’s Mitre

 

It was just after four I think when the tolling Church bell woke me up

I felt disorientated for a while and lay there thinking of why it was doing so.

It took me a while to remember it was the Church’s last day as a functioning Church and that the last service was perhaps coinciding with the bell ringing of St Paul’s and other Churches across the country in support of Ukraine.

The congregation was small given that  the Bishop was officiating , but I wasn’t surprised given the fact that he had not supported that the Church be given Pilgrim Status as we had requested.

A lot of the those supporters had kept away.

I only know this because I checked St Michael’s page of Facebook

Mrs Trellis was there though , her bobble hat erect as always.

It was almost as tall as the Bishop’s Mitre

Bathroom

I am clear in my mind what I want out of my new bathroom

Plain, clean and white

White with subway tiles and a single black border.

My “ Little man” promised me that he’s popping over next week with some glossy brochures for me to peruse but I have what I want very much in mind 

My bathroom is tiny ( 6x5 ), so it’s Art Deco tiles , all in white with a single black line in trim

Not sure yet about the floor, so any ideas would be gratefully received 

On nights again, but just two this week.