Geraniums still in bloom (well, almost)
The title of this post might puzzle you: a ‘Peter and Jane’ day.
For those who learned to read using the Ladybird books reading scheme, or whose children used this scheme (the look-and-read scheme) will remember a little boy called Peter and a little girl called Jane who helped their Daddy and Mummy; Peter did the manly things with Daddy, helping to repair or wash the car, mow the grass, while Jane helped Mummy in the house, cooking and cleaning.
Therefore when we have a day at home in which husband is in the garden and I’m in the house we laugh and say we’re having a ‘Peter and Jane’ day. Yes, husband is capable of vacuuming and dusting, and I could mow the lawn if I’d a mind to, but we tend to do the jobs for which we’re best suited; I have the eye for detail in the house, and husband has the strength to lift bags of compost and push the lawnmower over the grassy banks at the front of our house. Sexist or not, it works for us.
Almost all the tulip bulbs have now been planted. Indeed, they would all have been planted by now but I ran out of pots in which to put them, and so husband has removed some old narciccus bulbs from a couple of very old pots, replanted the old narciccus bulbs in the garden, and washed out the pots. Tomorrow we will go to the garden centre for compost; we’ve only ericaceous compost and rose compost left. Then I will plant the last of the bulbs. Job (well, almost) done!
Meanwhile, I did some jobs in the house. I cleaned the shower room and then decided I’d clean out the little lidded basket in which I keep my makeup (only the small items; moisturizer and foundation live on one of the glass shelves in the shower room):
I drastically weeded the basket, brushed it out, re-lined it with white kitchen paper, and put the items I was keeping tidily back in the little boxes I use as compartments. This is the sum total of my makeup – positively frugal by most women’s standards, I would think – apart from a selection of lipsticks in the box (with overspill in the basket) which I bought some weeks ago in the charity shop in Wellswood:
I also keep all my nail polishes in the fridge, the best place to keep them to prevent them going tacky.
I also cleaned out the top drawer in my bedside chest of drawers – this is where I keep all those things you simply don’t want on show … medications, sore-throat lozenges, Vicks vapour rub (I’ve been told by my podiatrist that Vicks contains the best nutrients for toenails, equal to expensive nail creams), emery boards, and so forth. I then realized that I have far too many books in my to-be-read piles, so I do need to weed those soon:
I don’t mind two or three books by the bed, but this is getting out of hand. And because of all the books, there’s little-to-no room for a vase of flowers. The mats are for my night time glass of water and early morning cup of coffee.
After cleaning the shower room and our bedroom, and between loading and unloading the washing machine several times, I made lunch. It had to be something quick and easy today, otherwise no housework would’ve been accomplished:
One of my favourite ‘fast foods’ is a prawn salad. I chop up some much-maligned Iceberg lettuce (we like Iceberg lettuce, and make no apology for this – it is crisp, and we like crisp lettuce and Iceberg lettuce isn’t bitter like most Little Gem lettuces. We don’t like bags of leaves which look more like weeds to me, and have nasty stalks which I find difficult to chew – and have almost choked on before now); and add peeled and de-seeded cucumber (sliced) and some salad cress, and then I pile on the prawns for which I’ve made my own quick marie-rose dressing (i.e. salad cream/ketchup/lemon juice). I then sprinkle a little paprika on the prawns, and serve it with granary bread. All this takes about ten minutes, as I say, “fast food”.
I did plan to have a dessert, but we found we’d had sufficient to eat by the time we’d had this.
Later in the afternoon younger son arrived with Barry-the-dog:
Barry kept me company while I watched Escape to the Country, my one afternoon TV weakness.
Then, a postal delivery. Indeed, two postal deliveries. I had ordered a pair of dark grey Per Una jeans from Marks & Spencer and another jumper in the shade called chilli as the first one I bought was a little on the large side (it will be useful over shirts.) I then dug out from my scarf drawer a large shawl-type scarf (which I have had for many years) as I think will go with these jeans and jumper and make a ‘new’ outfit:
I even have red shoes, so if I don’t want to wear black shoes, or black boots, they would make a change:
This photo courtesy of Hotter catalogue (2016)
There was also a grey jumper with my order but it was very disappointing. It was a polo-neck and I expect a polo-neck to sit snugly around my neck, i.e. not to be baggy as in a roll neck or cowl neck. Also, the jumper had obviously been on a hanger for a long time and there were knobbly hanger marks in the shoulders. Furthermore, around the middle of the jumper it looked as if it had been rubbed, and so I’ve sent it back. I’ve now ordered another style of textured grey jumper with a round neck, plus the same style in cream. We will see how those look/fit in due course.
The second postal delivery brought three small packets. Inside each packet was … wait for it … drum roll … one pair of knickers! This was a three-for-two offer, but instead of all three pairs of knickers being in one packet (for they take up little room!) there was a white one, a black one, and an almond-coloured one in each packet. Fortunately I wasn’t paying postage on this, but I’ve no doubt the cost of such postage and packing is included in the goods that we all buy.
I like full-brief knickers, but although these might be described as ‘big girls’ knickers’, they are at least pretty and lacy and fit nicely under jeans. I would’ve preferred the offer to have included three of the same colour, and cream-colour at that (they used to make very pretty cream-coloured lacy knickers to go with my cream lacy bras) but no, if you want this offer this is what you get. I can at least use the black pair with my black lacy bras (and the almond pair with an almond bra) but I don’t wear white underwear, never have been particularly keen on it, but I’m sure these will be worn sometime.
We are now both quite tired after our ‘Peter and Jane’ day at home, husband having done planting, weeding, sweeping of paths, and myself having been busy on housekeeping, and we also had a trip to the Tip (we still call it the Tip but I suppose we should call it the Re-cycling Centre) with garden waste. Indeed, it’s been quite a productive day. What have you been doing today, I wonder?
Until next time.