No prizes for guessing our first port of call this morning … I think you might recognise the emporium from previous photos of this display area? We were in Wellswood, in the Rowcroft Boutique, where I offloaded all the books that I weeded yesterday.
As our bags were being unpacked (which we wanted back, they were our long-life hessian bags for our supermarket shopping) I took a few photos. On one stand some lovely pottery …
The staff and volunteers really do arrange their stock beautifully, especially bearing in mind they cannot choose their stock, it’s what has been given to this charity. Even the changing room is smart!
It isn’t often I buy anything in this charity shop, we’re usually in a hurry, but today, as they were unloading my books from the bags, I spied a book which I thought I might enjoy …
To those not in the UK, Joan Bakewell was what was referred to in the 1960s as “the thinking man’s crumpet,” a soubriquet she’s not been able to relinquish. She used to be on a TV programme called Late Night Line Up, a sort of thinking man’s (and woman’s) chat show, and more recently she’s turned her hand to novel writing. She has led a somewhat ‘colourful’ life, shall we say, and I think this might be interesting.
From the charity shop to Waitrose, but no photos today as we arrived later than usual and it was quite busy, and I don’t like taking photos when there are lots of customers in the store, it isn’t good manners.
The new Waitrose magazine was available, so that is an extra magazine for me to read this weekend. OK, it heavily promotes their goods, but it is still a nicely-produced magazine.
It might be hard to believe that this photos wasn’t ‘posed’! I had bought nectarines, apples and red grapes and put some of them in a bowl on the table, and the magazine was close by and then I thought “they go together! ” Is that ‘posing’, I wonder? When I don’t need to go in search of ‘props’ for a photo because they are already there?
On arriving home I found that there had been a postal delivery, and there was another book for me …
Whether this will be my kind of read, I do not know, but it was only a few pence plus postage, worth a try, I thought. As you can see, books are already seeping back in, like tidal water …
My goodness, how can two elderly people go through so much food in a week? I didn’t photograph the food today – I’ve done this so often you will think I’ve nothing better to do – but believe me, there were lots of fresh fruit and veg … tomatoes, cucumber, lettuce, spring onions, bean sprouts, parsnips, red onions, nectarines, plums, grapes, apples, strawberries, raspberries, melon, bananas, dates, lemons, salad cress, radishes, new potatoes … and then I happened also to see a new line in tinned fruit … tinned peach chunks. Only a small tin but I thought they might be a nice addition to a breakfast fruit bowl.
It was also a day to replenish things which were running very low, such as rapeseed oil, white wine vinegar, dried oregano and basil, fresh parsley, and pasta. But we managed to find everything we needed and the only very slight impulse buy, or rather something which wasn’t on my very strict List, was the canned peach chunks. We keep strictly to our List and sometimes even think, “It’s on the List but do we really need this?” We are the kind of shoppers that the supermarket barons do not want! Nonetheless, it was a very expensive morning.
Unfortunately, many of the bunches of flowers were on their last day for display, although they said that they were good for five days (some seven), but they were all fully open and in these temperatures I didn’t think they’d last until the weekend. However, I saw a bunch of freesias still well in bud, so bought those, but I missed not having some larger blooms for the sitting room.
It has been such a hot day that we were glad to return home, and once I had put the food away (thank goodness for chiller bags in which to bring home dairy produce this hot weather) we decamped to the summerhouse for a cup of tea and a baguette each (which I’d filled with cheese and tomatoes and spring onions.) Husband then went to the coolness of the garage to work on one of his projects – the garage is cool as it’s under our house, a real man cave – and shortly afterwards I took delivery of the latest Marcia Willet novel, Homecomings.
Now, dear friends, this photo was ‘posed’. I rushed over to where there are some pots of geraniums and waddled back with it (waddled because they are heavy) and put it on the table because I thought how nice it would look with my latest magazine and book! The colours all go so well together, and I decided not to put a cloth on the table, but just show the rough wood for a change, all nice and rustic (or if we’re being fancy, then rustique!) Oh dear, a stylist-manqué!
I enjoy Marcia’s novels very much, but somewhat against my better judgment; they are something of a guilty pleasure. They are not chick lit although the covers of her most recent books, including this one, might appear to suggest the opposite – but that’s publishers for you, thinking this kind of cover will boost sales (and it might.) It is pretty but it’s not really doing Marcia’s novels justice. Well, not in my opinion.
Marcia’s books are always about a certain milieu – already, having read only the first couple of pages, an elderly gentleman to whom we are introduced (Ned) has had a “very long and successful career in the navy” – and the settings are always lovely ones – cottages by the sea, or houses on the moors – with kitchens where there are scarlet geraniums on windowsills instead of red demands for unpaid utility bills, and people give things like silver picture frames as presents rather than bottles of plonk from the local convenience store. Get the picture? Pure escapism, and sometimes that is just what we want, the literary equivalent of a glass of Muscadet or a copy of The English Home magazine. This doesn’t mean to say that the characters don’t have problems; they do, but they are problems that are always satisfactorily resolved and, as in Shakespeare, all’s well that end’s well.
Supper this evening was a simple stir fry (celery, leek, spring onions, small pieces of pineapple, bean sprouts and cashew nuts) with my own sweet & sour sauce (a mix of balsamic vinegar, runny honey, soy sauce and tomato puree.) Just a check cloth, place mats, a spoon and fork and platesful of food. No matter how I might try to jazz it up, stir fry never looks appealing, but it tasted really good.
Until next time.