We have been experiencing a few rather dull days. Not particularly cold but not warm either, the sorts of days when we feel lethargic, lacking much energy.
And so, yesterday morning, still suffering from a painful back, dear husband kindly went to collect the Sunday paper from our local shop and then made porridge for us, while I remained in bed. A lie-in like this is lovely and I made the most of it. Above you can see my bedside table (actually a chest of drawers – I love drawers in which I can hide all the necessary-but-not-attractive items: emery boards, paracetamol, Strepsils, which no one wants to see every time one enters the bedroom) and here is my second cup of coffee of the morning.
Once husband returned with the paper he made us porridge for breakfast which I enjoyed in bed …
Once nourished I looked for the sections of the paper I particularly enjoy: Stella magazine and the Sunday (i.e. features) section …
I was interested to read an article on the Kennard family who live in their ancestral home, Forde Abbey, near Chard, Somerset, which we visited ten years ago.
Forde Abbey was built in 1140 as a Cistercian monastery and it flourished until the Dissolution by Henry VIII (which began in 1539). After being empty for around 100 years it was bought by Edward Prideaux, attorney general of Oliver Cromwell and, according to the article in yesterday’s Sunday Telegraph, he set about “transforming it into a magnificent ‘palazzo’ residence”. It really is a lovely place to visit, and the gardens are particularly beautiful.
The elegant cloister at Forde Abbey
(the four photos above from our visit in 2008)
Today, Monday, my back was feeling much better and so I made breakfast not only for ourselves but also for our elder son who joined us. Melon, banana with slivers of stem ginger to start with, followed by grilled bacon, eggs, mushrooms, tomatoes and toast, with apple juice to drink …
And then, with the post, came the latest issue of …
which I’ve been reading this afternoon as my back had begun to ache again, but nothing like as badly as yesterday (or the day before) so that’s on the mend. A hot water bottle and a cup of restorative tea work wonders, don’t they?
As we’d had a substantial breakfast, which I served rather late (11.15am!) we didn’t have lunch but around 3pm I made some Marmite toast and also spread some cream cheese on Jacob’s cream crackers, just sufficient for us until we have our supper this evening.
It is already dusk but it’s actually looked like 4.30pm all day long. February will soon be here, and snowdrops and crocus will be flowering in the parks and gardens. Birds are already beginning to sing in our hedge and house sparrows are fluttering to and fro, making nests in the eaves of our house. Spring is coming!
Until next time.