It isn’t often that I write two posts in one day, but as in times of old when we had at least two actual postal deliveries in one day, morning and afternoon, here is a second post for today.
I am pleased to announce that I’ve received three ‘thank you’ notes from friends and family, and how thoughtful and pretty the cards are. This doesn’t mean that I don’t appreciate e-mailed messages of thanks, I do, but a pretty card is always lovely to receive. These two above remind me that we’re now heading towards spring, and if these are insufficient to remind me, then by the same post I received a spring gardening catalogue.
And before anyone asks, the candlesticks are not Lalique. My mother bought these in the 1950s from what was then referred to as a ‘junk’ shop in our village. It was called The Silver Pixie. Today it might be considered an ‘antiques’ shop, but I think that would be elevating it beyond its station; the stock was a gallimaufry of everything from tarnished silverware to old iron bedsteads.
My father, bless him, hated these candlestick; he wondered why my mother had even considered spending money on them (for every penny had to be accounted for in those days when money was tight and luxuries were few and far between); he was all for modernity as so many people were in the 1950s, but these two lovely candlesticks have outlived the sputnik-knobbed splayed-legged coffee tables and early transistor radios (my first ‘portable’ radio was by a company called Bush; it was a huge grey cube and so heavy the term portable was gross misnomer), icons of that era.
I have been a little tardy in wishing you all a Happy New Year, and so I will do so now. Happy New Year, everyone! We didn’t stay up to welcome in the New Year, we were in bed by 10 o’clock, but fireworks woke us up at midnight and I looked out of our bedroom window to see many bursts of colour and rockets going skyward, and promptly climbed back into bed, thankful that I didn’t have to be out there in the cold, lighting them!
Not a good photo, the light from the window shining upon all the separate pieces making it difficult to photograph, but here you can see that the jigsaw puzzle, complete. I am now awaiting the arrival of another jigsaw, this time more with husband in mind, as it’s called The Man Cave and shows a shed with all the things that we assume men like – an old juke box, demi-johns with beer in them, a dog curled up on a chair, cricket bat and pads, model airplane, rugby ball – and through a window, a brief glimpse or a rather elegant house and garden.
We were going to go out today, even if only to replenish larder and fridge stock, but the weather is awful – rain and high winds – and so we’ve chickened out and will, instead, remain at home.
We enjoyed a late breakfast …
grapefruit for myself, lychees for husband, and cups of tea, followed by …
… bacon and tomatoes on toast, the last of the bacon and the tomatoes until I go shopping.
Yesterday, our elder son and our little grandson spent the morning with us. Our daughter in law had returned to work and as our little grandson wasn’t starting back at school until today, our son (who is self-employed andworks from home) was looking after the little fellow and so took him, as a treat and also as a way of amusing him, out to breakfast where they enjoyed pancakes with maple syrup.
Photos of the café on top of a dept store, with views of the harbour (taken on another occasion) where our son and grandson had breakfast yesterday
Our grandson loves to ‘paint’ on my husband’s computer, so he and Granddad spent time doing that, and then riotous games of Dominoes (large cardboard pieces, laid out on the sitting room carpet), and then he wanted music and so we played Andy Williams and Glen Campbell LPs – yes, we still have LPs as well as CDs; our music collection is eclectic, from Bach to Bacharach. By now it was lunch time and after lunch, which we all had together in the kitchen, son and grandson returned home, the little chap now tired after his busy morning.
While we love having the little fellow here, keeping up with a four and a half year old is quite hard work, and so in the afternoon I settled myself on the sofa and had a lovely, quiet read. My favourite magazine had arrived, and there were just a couple of small pieces of Christmas cake left.
I have now finished the novel, Return to Fourwinds, and enjoyed it very much. I won’t say more because reading matter is very subjective, but this book was just right for me. I loved seeing the homes in my magazine, too, and of course, spent several minutes trying to read the spines of the books in the various photos of bookcases. Doesn’t everyone do this? I often have a magnifying glass to hand specially for the purpose!
Until next time.