What better way to start a wet and windy Sunday than in bed with the morning paper (that husband has kindly been to collect from the local shop) and a bowl of porridge with Lyle’s Golden Syrup? (And husband made the porridge when he’d returned from the shop with the paper) Indeed, I’ve not done much today except change the bed linen …
and then make a prawn salad with new potatoes for lunch (plus a leek & potato soup for our supper) …
I have plenty of cleaning to do, but really nothing is more important than having a restful Sunday afternoon, enjoying reading by the fireside. Our little grandson has been to see us (he stayed for an hour and a half before his mummy called back for him – they only live around the corner from us so ideal for brief visits; our son and daughter in law know that we tire more easily now we’re older and don’t leave him with us so long that we’re tired out. They are really thoughtful) and shortly I will make a pot of tea for the two of us and toast a hot cross bun each.
Speaking of cleaning, after Marie Kondo and all her tidying, cleaning is the next big thing. For two weeks running the Saturday Telegraph has ran articles on what are now referred to as ‘cleanstagrammers’: women (I don’t think there are any men, but I’m prepared to be corrected) who, you might say, are cleaning up (oh, I’m working well today!) demonstrating in their IG photos how clean their homes are (clinically so, I’d say) and how ours can be the same if we follow their examples.
However yesterday’s article warned that there is a “darker side of cleaning to perfection” (something I will never personally experience; my cleaning is of the little-and-often school which is gradually diminishing to the little-and-not-quite-so-often) because for some people it’s displacement therapy: by cleaning continually it takes their minds off other problems that they should be tackling.
Furthermore, if we’re not careful, our clean houses can end up controlling us. I had a look at some of these clean homes on Instagram and, believe me, I’d rather live in our home with it’s feathering of cobwebs and frosting of dust because it’s a home and not a laboratory. One home I saw had a totally white-and-pastel-grey colour scheme (I say colour scheme but it was colour that was lacking!) and I was instantly bored witless by it. Who wants to live in a rain cloud? But if you have a white and pale grey scheme, any little mark will show, so small wonder these women spend their day cleaning, only to start again the next morning (if, in fact, they sully their beautifully made beds by actually sleeping in them.)
Yes, cleaning is important but by the way it is being shown on these IG accounts one might be forgiven for thinking it’s something new. But fret-ye-not, those of you who aren’t quite as swift with the Swiffer! All these women who are showing us how to use detergent and bleach are all rather young. As they age and their bones and muscles begin to seize up – especially after so assiduously cleaning – they will naturally slow down. They might even allow the dust to settle!
Yesterday, we drove to Waitrose for our ‘free’ paper which cost us around £40. I jest, but while there I thought I might as well make the journey worthwhile and stocked up on toothpaste (why is Sensodyne so expensive compared with other makes?), L’Oreal face cream …
(you’d not think this sort of advertising, i.e. anti-sagging + anti-age spots would sell a product, would you? Makes me laugh. I buy this as it’s a good moisturizer at what I think is, for today’s products which can go through the roof for high end lotions and potions, a reasonable price)
… some more daffodils, a new magazine, another bar of Lindt chocolate … as you do. What a wonderful ploy it is of this company to offer ‘free’ coffee and newspapers. I know I’m spending more than I’m saving, but having said that we never get things that we don’t use; they aren’t impulse buys, only we’d not normally buy them until our next big shop.
Instead of having ‘free’ coffee yesterday we decided to drive along to the Headland Hotel and have coffee there and bacon sandwiches. It was a windy morning, quite chilly, and so we didn’t sit outside but I took the view below as we parked the car.
After that we drove home and had a quiet afternoon reading the paper by the fireside.
I bought the latest edition of House & Garden. I really think I might subscribe to this magazine, it really is classy. I tried House Beautiful, but that really wasn’t for me. I still enjoy The English Home best of all, but this one is also excellent.
The daffodils I bought and which I thought were cream-coloured doubles are turning out to be cream, but singles, but still they are rather pretty.
The flower, bottom left (above) is the last of the amaryllis flowers which I’ve cut and put in a bud vase.
And now to make a cup of tea and toast the hot cross buns and continue with my book. I’m reading a novella by Ruth Saberton …
This is set in Cornwall at Christmastime, and so not quite a book best read in spring, but as today’s wet and windy, I’m finding it a rather nice read. In a way it’s a bit like a modern Miss Read, a cosy read (no pun intended.) It is under 100 pages long and I was a little disappointed when such a short book arrived, but I am enjoying it nonetheless. Ruth’s most recent novel, The Letter, I finished last night and I loved every single word. A lovely and very moving story.
Until next time.