While husband helped elder son finish off his fence repairs today – at first our son was only going to replace panels that had blown down in the winter storms, but then decided to replace the whole fence – and as it was a dull, chilly morning, unsuitable for gardening (well, unsuitable for me for gardening!) – I decided to do some housekeeping.
I’ve started the post with a photo (above) of ‘my’ end of the bench which is wall-to-wall in our shared study (window above the monitor looks due West; to my right as I sit at my computer, there are patio doors which give onto our back garden, which faces due North.)
As you can see – well, I hope you can! – I am keeping it all tidy. The roses have been moved from the bedroom – I often move flowers around the house, depending on where I am at the time, especially if I have fewer flowers than usual in the house (as is the case at the moment.)
The lamp is one which I used to have on the kitchen windowsill, along with it’s partner which is now in our bedroom, on the dressing chest. Therefore, I thought I’d have it here in the study instead, as we already have two table lamps in the kitchen, as well as overhead lights. and worktop lights. But as this is quite a small lamp (I’m not keen on small lamps – you often see rooms in magazines which are beautiful but for the tiddly lamps, or paintings hung far too high up a wall – but these were purchased for a windowsill, hence their small stature) I’ve put it on the wicker basket.
Anyway, I moved all the items off the bench/desk, wiped it down with a damp cloth and then gave it a good spraying with Pledge and buffed it to a nice shine. I also cleaned the windowsill and the edges of the bookshelves, so all is now clean and tidy once more.
As well as cleaning the study, I changed the bed linen (I do this each weekend and change the pillow cases half way through the week, too) and cleaned our bedroom, then the kitchen, and then the shower room. We had a ham and salami salad for lunch when husband returned from elder son’s house (only to return to son’s after lunch) and I also hung out washing to dry once the dampness in the air gave way to some late afternoon sunshine.
Around 4 o’clock I decided I’d done enough, and sat down with a cup of tea and a slice of McVitie’s ginger cake …
and I enjoyed reading a few chapters of the 1940s’ crime novel Fire in the Thatch, one of the British Library Crime Classic titles.
As well as this book, which I’m enjoying (even though it’s obviously written in a more stilted style than novels being written today; I can’t imagine people speaking as they do in this book, but of course, in those days people were much more formal and weren’t on first name terms right away as they often are today; there are also descriptions using words that have fallen from favour, but overall, a good read) I took delivery this morning of this book, recommended to me by novelist, Judith Lennox.
I had written to Judith, telling her how much I had enjoyed her latest book, Hidden Lives, and asking her whether or not the houses in that book had been inspired by the Modernist house, The Homewood, now a National Trust Property?
I found that the descriptions of the houses (for there are two in Judith’s book) uncannily like The Homewood, right down to the main rooms being on the upper floor, and a colonnade under the house, even the colours of the furnishings. But no, Judith kindly responded, the Homewood wasn’t her inspiration, but instead when she was researching her previous novel, The Jeweller’s Wife, a pair of houses she saw at that time, in quite a different part of the country, inspired the Modernist houses in her latest novel.
But what she did tell me was that the house in an earlier novel, One Last Dance, was inspired by Coleton Fishacre (again, National Trust) which isn’t far away from where we live. And yet I’d not recognised its from the book!
And now I’m going to return to the sitting room and read – I shall give The Eurovision Song Contest a miss! Surely, it’s not really ‘cool’ to win this? Or perhaps I’m mistaken, and it’s the pinnacle of achievement!
Until next time …