Wednesday, August 28, 2013

How disappointing.......

This morning, leaving the house for work (which is a whole other disappointment...) I closed the porch door and walked towards the car on the drive. In those half a dozen steps I smiled happily to myself as I thought 'ooh I must have lost some weight' as I felt my trousers slowly slide down from my waist to closer south than they should be......only to realise that I hadn't done them up in the first place........sigh.

Saturday, August 24, 2013

Saturday pleasures.....

As I was eating my breakfast this morning, (and yes that is cremated bacon and tomato on toast, it is true I will never be thin), I was looking at edible gifts I very luckily received this week from friends.....beans from one chap and walnuts from another. Now don't get me wrong, this girl may like diamonds but when a chap
brings you something he has grown himself there is still a little frisson of excitement. I am so easily pleased....or a cheap date........anyhoo.
I also had some rye bread that the mister had experimented with earlier in the week and then said he wasn't too keen on and probably wouldn't eat.
I was in a Nigel Slater waste nothing mood and so put  together a bread and butter pudding with the bread, nuts, fruit, milk, cream and eggs, with some sugar and vanilla extract, with hope that it will be a decent pudding for after dinner.....
The mister then made a pan of sauce for a lasagne and then both dinner and pudding were put in the oven.
Instead of then doing the dusting and hoovering and tidying etc., that I should do at the weekend I decided to drive through the countryside locally and mooch at the books in the local charity shops.....the one pictured here caught my eye for some must have been the garish colours of the cover.....ahem.

I do need to think about a new way to cook the beans though....................any suggestions?

Tuesday, August 20, 2013

This and that.......

Another day off work......ooh I could get used to this kind of life....practising for retirement!
Not a great picture I know - but I have a new camera/phone and as yet I really don't know how to use it properly.
The best thing about time off is feeling free...... not clock watching and feeling like a prisoner waiting for the end of the day or week in order to reach the blessed sanctuary of the weekend.
The day is my own and I can do whatever I want whenever I want....what luxury.
My best kind of day is not filled with anything arduous, expensive or exciting or posh........but filled with the sort of activity that is pleasurable to me.......a leisurely breakfast, a visit to a charity shop or two, a walk around a pretty town or village, some tea and cake, reading, watching a film, visiting an exhibition or a museum.
Reading that last sentence to myself I realise that I sound like a card carrying member of the old fogies club....but who cares!
I am a lucky lucky girl......

Friday, August 16, 2013

On my doorstep.....

No, not a dead thing causing a smell, but lovely countryside and pretty towns. So instead of going to work today I had a trip to Stratford upon Avon with a friend.

As we had enjoyed breakfast in the Fourteas tearoom, where the accompanying music was lovely old '40's style I resolved to track down a cd in one of the many charity shops we visited.....and found just the thing...a 1930's compilation that was smashing to have on in the car on the way home! 

Thursday, August 15, 2013

Oh shit......

There is a terrible smell in the downstairs loo.....constantly. There is also a terrible smell in the verandah which is behind it....oh dear......the cats have either left a dead something somewhere or we have trouble with our plumbing. Which is not good news. It will cost a fortune to pull up tiles and replace pipework etc., and heaven alone knows what else.
A Jo Malone candle can only do a little to help.
I broke a mirror on the first day of my recent holiday.
Perhaps this is the start of the bad luck.......................................................................................................

or not

I am choosing to think ...... not.
We have a problem which we will fix.
Watch this space................

Sunday, August 11, 2013

Which is better........

I recently watched a documentary on TV about the Californian band The Eagles...all 3hrs of it.
I wallowed in a sort of 'ah those were the days' stupor while remembering how much I had played their music over my younger years...being with one particular boyfriend one summer and having the eight track on repeat in the car.......'peaceful easy feeling' indeed.
What really struck me though was a very grown up thought.
When you are young and you really fancy the band you daydream about them picking you up out of the crowd and singing only for you before taking you across the invisible dividing line between 'star' and punter...and ultimately marrying you and writing songs only for you from ever onwards.
Which of course for most of us potato-faced people ain't never gonna happen.
I have never hung around a stage door, never asked for an autograph, I have always known that
the lead singer (or the drummer in my case) was only interested in that peculiarly confident optimistic girl...the groupie. 
So watching a scene in the documentary where the band have a gaggle of girls back at the hotel and they are asking their names and joking around with them, I was conflicted..........and my two thoughts came from my two minds, the 'young yearning' me and the 'older wiser woman' me. On the one hand I was jealous and thought 'oh those lucky girls! got to go back stage and snog the boy who is the cutest thing on the planet' and 'oh my embarrassing for those women...there they are for the world to now see as stupid shag anyone girls'.
Luckily, way back in my youth, my younger self knew I was with the potato-faced and knew that stars may have shagged anything with a pulse but in the end would only ever marry the pretty...or the connected to the industry/photographer/model/rich girl with good job.....I  knew that the good looking marry the good looking and so I was sensible enough to just leave the concert and yearn.......
but I don't imagine that too many groupies got to marry their idol, so those girls are now middle aged woman looking at their younger selves on screen  giving themselves away to guys who cared not a jot for them in any way whatsoever........and it got me wondering.
Would a fast fuck with a famous guy have been worth it? Maybe some of those girls would say yes...they have the memories after all........but if it wasn't............. then how sad to see yourself on screen in a documentary as a young hopeful whose life didn't work out how you wanted it to.

Thursday, August 8, 2013

A little of what you fancy.......

One week
on holiday
in the sunshine
a break from normal routines
a taste of honey
.....and now back at work and feeling a little more sanguine about life.

Planning to get my blogging groove back on ..... be very afraid.

Must work out the heating........

I left for work at 7.50 this morning - no heating on - left work at 5.15 and then went to choir - so have just come in and the house is COLD...