It’s been what I call a faffing day. I was up early after sleeping reasonably well again, making coffee at 6.45am, husband still sleeping. I love early morning, watching the dawn break even though it wasn’t particularly sunny this morning. When I went to open the curtains in the dining/sitting room, I suddenly thought, as you do, “I don’t like where I’ve put those yellow tulips, they clash with the painting!”
I mean, in the great scheme of things, why bother about such a footling little thing as the colour of the flowers? but they just grated.
And so I changed them around, the flame/yellow tulips for the yellow ones (which went elsewhere in the sitting room … I really should learn that yellow does not look good in our sitting room! I’ve made this mistake once too often! Jeremy Corbyn would be quite within his rights, in this particular instance, to call me a “stupid woman!”
Anyway, see what you think … I’ve taken before and after pix (above). I prefer the flame ones as the colour tends to look better with the painting, in which there are some bright flame-colour sails on the boat in the foreground.
All this is what I refer to as faffing, or footling, or even as a friend says, “fonkling”, a lovely word she made up herself.
So whatever you call that aimlessness that doesn’t really achieve very much, that is what I did for the next hour or so. Indeed, the two pictures are a bit like those “spot the difference” drawings that some magazines and papers show. The only difference is that I’ve removed the book that the lamp was sitting on, and changed the flowers.
I then sauntered to the other end of the room … it’s a long room, all of 29ft long which is long in the UK for a dining/sitting room unless you live in an historic manor house or even something grander. I’m only joking, but when we moved into our new home in 1985, the sitting room was so much larger than the one we’d left, which was 21st long, that husband stood at one end of the room and I stood at the other and we yelled to each other, pretending we were conversing across a huge void!
Of course, we’re used to the space now. Indeed, several years after we moved in we went to stay with friend in Norfolk in an architect-designed house, and they had a huge, and I mean huge, L-shaped sitting room at least 40ft by 30ft, with a separate dining room. When we returned to our very reasonably-sized dining/sitting room we felt it had shrunk while we’d been away!
To continue – I’m good at side-tracking myself – I thought I’d photograph the little shelf (photo above) that husband made when he was constructing the bookcase at the far end of the room. I had a collection of Spode miniatures – they were made in the 1970s – and I had nowhere to display them. Husband had some perspex and constructed this little area so that I could display them safely, so that they couldn’t be knocked off the shelf and broken. And on the top of the perspex I display some little ceramic boxes, and behind those are leather-bound 19th and early 20th century pocket books, books by Thomas Hardy, R L Stevenson, W M Thackeray and “Q” (aka Sir Arthur Quiller Couch.)
After we’d had breakfast, and after the usual housekeeping chores downstairs – bed making, filling the dishwasher and washing machine, cleaning the shower room – I decided to clean the guest bedroom upstairs. Not that we’re expecting guests, but it had gradually become a bit of a dumping ground. The Christmas decorations were in there in boxes, and some books needed shelving, and so forth. Indeed, the spare bedding for the bed sitting room needed putting away in the wardrobe where it is kept, and the guest bed needed making up. I don’t like to see it unmade even when we’re not intending using it. So I set to and cleaned the room and now it looks nice and fresh again. I haven’t taken photos but I will include some which, of course, you might’ve seen before.
Apart from there not being flowers in the room right now, it looks much the same as this.
I like this room, which has a Velux-style window, that overlooks the back garden.
I made cauliflower and blue cheese soup for lunch yesterday and we had plenty left for today. Indeed, it was more than just cauliflower, as I added celery, parsley and courgette as they were in the fridge. And I didn’t use Stilton cheese, but St Agur which is my favourite.
With a dollop of cream, it was a delicious soup, almost what restaurants refer to as veloute. I made some croutons, and also served it with two kinds of crackers, olives and cheese (and granary bread for husband.) We don’t often have desserts, but I made apple crumbles yesterday and we had two of those (by which I mean one each.)
I made hot custard to serve with the apple crumbles ( made them in small ramekins and then turned them onto the dishes.)
And finally, I thought I’d show you an area which needs some attention. As you will be aware by now, I rather like books. Understatement. I love books. Not all books, of course. I couldn’t be bothered with sci-fi or fantasy or, for that matter, hard-boiled crime, nor much of what’s in the best-seller charts. But I particularly love books on interiors, and have quite a collection. So much so, that the overspill is now on the floor in the dining/sitting room, a construction of its own …
It’s not even a tidy pile, starting with the largest and working up to the smallest (not that any are really small!) but I do read them, and there are none I wish to part with. I just need to weed other bookshelves in order to re-home these.
On that note I will close and make supper. We are both quite tired, and dear little grandson came to see us for an hour or so this afternoon, so even more tired now. Chicken stir fry this evening. Then Vera on ITV at 8pm. That’s what I call a rather nice Sunday evening. Hope you have had a good Sunday, too.
Until next time.