I’m starting this post with something I found – not that I’d actually lost it, it was there all the time – a few days ago. I had been searching, as I’d mentioned, for the little floral cup and saucer and then located it with a collection of Honiton Pottery, in a box where I never expected to find it, nor had any recollection of putting it there. But during my searches, I found this candlestick.
When my mother died in 2000 it was necessary to part with a lot of her various collections and one of them were her ‘brasses’. Victorians, as my mother’s parents were, were very fond of brass, and they had collected candlesticks, all in pairs, and in various sizes, and as well as those, my father, who had served in the Royal Air Force in India before WW2, came home with various Indian brasses. All these went to auction but one item – this candlestick – I kept. It was a solitary candlestick, but I just loved the classical columnar shape. And so, yesterday, husband polished this candlestick for me. At first I didn’t know where to place it, as finding a place for a single item which doesn’t relate to anything else is often tricky. I tried it in the window, but somehow it wasn’t right there …
And so I put it with the black coffee pot (which I use for flowers), a little Oriental teapot for one, and an ink well, because they are all rather ‘shiny’ things. Indeed, husband gave the copper Art Nouveau lid to the ink well a polish, too. I love this ink well. Not that I use it. I mean, who uses ink wells today? If we use a fountain pen (as, indeed, I still do) we have ink cartridges. But years ago one might’ve filled this with Stephen’s or Quink ink. What puzzles me is that the style of the glass well is actually Art Deco, but the lid is very much Art Nouveau, a style which pre-dates Deco. Never mind, I love it not only for it’s style, but because when my mother bought my desk for me when I was 12 years old, she also bought this ink well to sit on the desk.
Yesterday, you may recall, was Shrove Tuesday and, as such, we did as many people did, and had pancakes. Some have them for breakfast but we’re not as well organized as some, and we had them for our supper. I made the batter and husband fried the pancakes for us – he’s far better at that than I am! We had them, as most English people do, with lemon and sugar. I will save maple syrup for other things, but for English pancakes, you can’t beat fresh lemon juice and golden granulated sugar. And in case you think we always sit at the table, wrong! We had the pancakes on trays watching Michael Portillo’s Railway Journeys across North America.
As we don’t have pancakes often, husband was a little out-of-practice with the frying and he said that they actually needed just a little longer in the pan, but for me they were delicious. From 1/2 pt milk, 4 – 5 oz of plain flour and 1 egg, we had three pancakes each. Quite sufficient for our supper. Delish!
This post is headed Things To Do On A Wet Day, and it has been very wet indeed today. The rain has poured down, it has been wall-to-wall greyness from the moment we woke up (rather late, gone 9 am) to the time when we drew the curtains this evening. So one thing to do was to have a lovely breakfast. Today, it was grilled bacon (just 1 rasher each, dry-cured bacon) and grilled tomatoes on toast, and then toast and marmalade or honey, with coffee.
Husband then did some work for our sons’ business, and meanwhile I made our bed, generally tidied up, made late-morning coffee (breakfast wasn’t until gone 10 am, after our late start) and then younger son called with Barry, the grand-dog.
Barry is now, I think, about seven years old, quite old for a little dog or, in the very least, middle aged. We had a nice chat, I told him he was handsome but no matter how he put on his butter-wouldn’t-melt expression, he wasn’t having any B I S C U I T S. This photo looks a little washed out because I had to lighten it – it was so dark today that Barry was merging into the darkness! He’s wearing a little waistcoat which doubles as a harness.
Later on, we all had lunch, and then after son and Barry had left, and I’d cleared up the lunch things, I went into the sitting room and put the fire on so that I could be cosy, and then sat and read.
And that, really, is where I spent much of the rest of the day. That is what is so nice about being retired – not having to fight our way home from an office, not having to brave the rain between office and car park. After having had a cooked breakfast and a cooked lunch, supper was just a sandwich, nice’n’easy. Indeed, a rainy day is sometimes welcomed as it tends to make us relax. If it had been bright and sunny today, no doubt I’d have found jobs which needed attending to. Instead, I’ve had a lovely relaxing time. I hope you have, too.
Until next time.