Isn’t this a lovely card? I received it today from a dear kind relative as a birthday card. It shows a tile in The Taggart Tile Museum, Huntingdon, and I just love it.
As husband had an appointment at our local Health and Wellbeing Centre (they put Wellbeing as one word when I think it should be hyphenated, but what do I know!) which used to be called a ‘hospital’. The hospital closed and the local clinic moved into the building. This silly title is the result. I am sure I’ve mentioned this before, I don’t wish to be accused of repeating myself like a lot of old biddies are accused!
After his appointment we decided, as we were already out and about, to do the food shop. So off to Waitrose. The floral display is now taking on a distinctly autumnal look, and oh, I did fancy a bouquet of chrysanthemums, but how could I justify £12 for flowers when I still have a sitting room filled with flowers? The simple answer is I could not. I left them there.
I suggested to husband that one day we ought to start at the end of our shopping list, and go around the store in an anti-clockwise direction, so to speak, just for fun! We could start at the bottom of the List and work upwards, we might then get a totally different perspective on the store that way!
But he wasn’t up for it and really, neither was I – it was just one of my more silly moments (of which I have many.)
So we started by the flowers, then bought a sandwich to share (to have with our coffee after we’d completed our shopping), then on to fruit, then veg, then cheese, then chicken, salmon, around the corner to dried figs, chilli sauce, Oxo, and on to … ah, wait for it … a Battenberg cake and a little packet of Eccles cakes, then around the next corner for a bar of Lindt chocolate, bypassing biscuits (we have more than enough), around the next corner for Badoit water (yes, a luxury, but when we don’t drink wine it’s nice to have something tasty to put into our glasses, and this water is lovely, with just enough sparkle without being ‘fizzy’) and finally to coffee ice cream and toiletries. (If that sounds like too many sweet things, cakes and chocolate and ice cream, I loaded the trolley with fruit and veg but I’ve not itemized them.)
And then I spotted that L’Oreal Age Perfect moisturizer was on offer at £8.15, when it is normally over £12.
I was glad to see this as I’m coming to the end of my current pot of L’Oreal, for which I’m highly delighted. This is because I fell for the advertising campaign, I believed the nonsense that this one …
… their Golden Age version, would provide me with a healthy glow (well, words to that effect; I’m no copy writer, but it was something like that.) No, it hasn’t provided me with a healthy glow. I’ve needed to put foundation over it all through summer (when I thought the moisturizer would be sufficient on its own) because instead of a “healthy glow” I looked as if I was having very late hot flushes! Not a nice product at all, but it did the job, i.e. to mosturize, so I was reluctant to bin it. I just put up with looking as if I’d just emerged from a hot bath. I wonder if anyone else has used this and suffered from the same effect? So back to my usual one,which I’ve used for years. I refuse to buy anything else more expensive. It does the job.
We had our coffee and half-sandwich each in Ilsham Valley again before returning home, where (I’m whispering this; I wouldn’t like it to get out that I’m buying junk food!) we bought a pizza! I hope this isn’t offensive to those who buy these regularly, but this must be the first pizza we’ve bought in more than a dozen years. We thought we’d have one as a snack lunch as the plan was to do some gardening. What is more, we quite enjoyed it. We had half before the gardening and have just had the other half but we will have some proper food later. As husband said, “It’s nice, but it doesn’t fill you, does it?” At £4.50 for a basic Margarita, those won’t be making their way into our trolley again.
Once home I packed the food away, and then picked up the post. How strange that cover colours often are much the same on whatever books/magazines arrive.
Everything today was blue, from deepest navy to teal … I love the cover of Sarah Blake’s book. I confess that this lovely cover ‘sold’ the book to me! You see, I’m as guilty as the next woman, being seduced by a pretty book cover and Dame Helen Mirren showing us that we can have such a healthy glow when using a pink-tinted cream! And the awful thing is, I know I’m being manipulated by those selling these things. If the book had a cover showing an old biddy in a real post office, rushed off her feet with a queue buying stamps and filling in car tax forms, I don’t think it would’ve sold many copies, do you? I’ve never seen a postmistress as glamorous as this, but perhaps I’ve not visited the right post offices!
After I put the food away, after we’d eaten our pizza, husband began to do some cleaning and waxing of our car and I emptied some of the garden pots of the old summer bedding, planted some violas (just to have a bit of autumn colour before I plant the bulbs in the pots) and generally tided up.
As for the Ordering part of this post (see title), I have ordered some tan winter boots from Van Dal. I know it’s not always successful, buying shoes on line, but when I bought my brogues earlier in the week I asked in the shop if they stocked Van Dal shoes? The assistant looked at me with what I can only describe as an incredulous expression, as if I’d asked for pantaloons and a bonnet! Van Dal are so yesterday, my dear! But this company still makes good shoes and boots (well, if you get the right style and not something that looks like a cheaper version of the ‘classic’ black shoes that the Queen wears.) These casual boots are called Betsy (why do they have to have names, why not just a number? Someone must spend hours thinking up suitable names? What a total waste of time and money) and they have proper flat soles and heels, like a man’s shoe, so if they fit (a big if) they might be just what I want for winter. I don’t want to go out in all weathers with ditsy heels. And tan looks good with navy or black, my staple colours.
Until next time.