One of the benefits of being retired is having the occasional breakfast in bed. I know some people don’t like eating in bed, they dislike possible crumbs and fear spillages, but I absolutely love breakfast in bed, and even more so if my husband has made it for me.
This is what I was presented with today (plus the morning paper my husband had collected from our local shop.) Scrambled eggs, grilled bacon and half a grilled tomato, plus freshly squeezed orange juice. We don’t have a juicer – I have considered buying one but friends have said they’re more trouble than they’re worth, with so much cleaning of the gadget afterwards, so we just use one of those old fashioned manual one. No matter how pleasant the cartons of ‘freshly squeezed’ juice are, nothing beats cutting oranges in half and having them really freshly squeezed.
After that he made coffee for us, and then I remained in bed, a true lady of leisure, until I had finished reading Joanna Trollope’s latest novel, City of Friends. I admire her skills as a novelist but, that said, sadly there is no lightness in this novel whatsoever. Well written, yes; strong characters, yes (apart from all the men who are weak, but this adds to the impression of the strength of the female characters); but it lacks even a soupcon of humour, lightness, or fun. I am aware her books are works of fiction, but I do wonder sometimes whether the style of novel says just as much about the author as it does about the subject. However, it kept me reading to the end, and it was, even if all the characters had problems, a satisfying read.
I eventually emerged from our bedroom and, once presentable, made lunch and then, this afternoon was surprised when our elder son called, bringing with him a lovely bunch of flowers which were for me from our daughter-in-law’s mother who is staying with them for a few days. This very kind and lovely lady always brings me a plant or flowers, and those which our son brought over for me today (we will be seeing her soon and having lunch with the family on Sunday) are especially pretty.
Also today my latest book arrived, Katharine Swartz’s novel, The Second Bride. I’ve not read this author before, so am looking forward to this. I put the bunch of flowers and the book together on a woollen throw to photograph them as the cover and the single gerbera were of a similar hue, although the gerbera looks more golden here than the deep orange it actually is. Later, I arranged the flowers – well, “arrange” would be elevating my action too far; I simply put them in a glass vase.
These pretty flowers have brought some spring colour to this corner of our sitting room.
After having had a very good night’s sleep last night, courtesy of our new mattress topper, I have had a restful day. Every so often we all need a day like this, don’t we?