I thought I’d start off today’s post with a photo of the white camellias in the garden. So many of its flowers have bloomed already that I had to cut off several flower heads before I could take this photo as they were very browned, thanks to wind and incessant rain for the past week. But there are still plenty of buds to open, so let’s hope we will have some fine weather soon.
Yesterday, we had a couple of errands, one of which was to the golf club so that I could pay my subscription for the year (sub due in April, but I’m one of those people who, when they receive an invoice, likes to deal with it immediately.) Last October I joined as a social member and husband goes as my guest. Good, or what? This means we can both go there for morning coffee, lunch, afternoon tea, or a carvery on a Sunday if we so wish. In summer we will be able to sit outside on the veranda with cool drinks with a pleasant view of the course. Indeed, it takes me back to when I was a child and I went there with my parents who were both keen players. The clubhouse has been extended and altered, but not to the extent that it is unrecognisable from how it used to be, and I can still bring to mind the rooms as they were in the 1950s.
It was a dull, rainy day, but you must imagine this view with the sun shining and a blue sky. Difficult, I know, but not totally impossible. I took this photo through the window of the dining room. Husband opted for one of yesterday’s ‘specials’, cottage pie with vegetables, while I had my usual small portion of fish, chips, mushy peas and tartare sauce.
It doesn’t look much, but it was a lovely piece of fish and there were plenty of chips underneath the fish. We decided instead of tea or coffee or even a glass of beer to have tomato juice yesterday and they were the best tomato juices I’ve tasted. Why, when I buy a carton of tomato juice and even have it chilled with Worcestershire sauce, doesn’t it taste as good? I must ask the name of the brand when I next visit.
As well as the errands it would’ve been my dear friend’s 80th birthday yesterday had she not died, suddenly and unexpectedly, when she was 75. I had known her for over 40 years and unlike me she was very active, regularly swimming many lengths of a pool in one of the Bay’s hotels, tap dancing, and also participating in a Zumba class. As it was her birthday on International Women’s Day, I always tried to buy flowers for her in purple and white (the green of the leaves being the third of the colours associated with International Women’s Day). And so, yesterday, husband and I visited her widower and gave him bunches of purple and white lisianthus in her memory. We had a laugh, too, as my friend would’ve hated being 80! She was perennially young and her widower and I laughed: she’d have lied about her age, saying “Oh, no, I’m most certainly not 80!”
While buying the flowers I spied some chocolate, so treated myself to …
… but I did share it with husband.
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And so to today.
I have some excellent news. Do you recall that a few weeks ago I mentioned that I visited Specsavers and the optician said that I needed cataract surgery? I knew I had cataracts forming in both eyes; I was informed thus on the previous visit a year ago, but I hadn’t thought my sight was sufficiently bad enough to require surgery yet. And so, rather than go ahead and be seen at our local hospital with a view (no pun intended) to surgery, I sought a 2nd opinion.
Thus, this morning I visited a private (not a large chain like Specsavers) optician, an excellent one who gave my eyes a very thorough examination, taking at least double the length of time that it takes for an eye consultation in Specsavers. And his opinion was that yes, I do have cataracts, but they do not yet require surgery. Indeed, he said, if I went to the hospital and they examined my eyes, they wouldn’t be at a level where they would consider surgery.
He also said that when he saw a patient and they needed surgery, he always told them to go home and consider this. I was expected in Specsavers to make a decision there and then, and while cataract surgery is now commonplace and safe, it is still surgery. I am very glad I sought a 2nd opinion.
After that I popped into the Rowcroft Boutique. My goodness, it looked lovely in there, but I couldn’t take many photos as it was very busy with customers. They’d launched their spring look yesterday, and the manager pointed to the lovely ‘tulips’ they have hanging from the ceiling!
There were a lot more such tulips, but I couldn’t fit the whole shop into one shot with lots of people there. On the shelf on the left they have an array of lovely new handbags, too. I might be tempted one of these days!
More summery clothes on the rails, many of the items remind me of 1960s’ prints (they might be actual 1960s dresses!) and I loved the little jacket (below) and I think I might’ve been temped had it been in my size. Yes, it’s gaudy, but I could ‘see’ this worn with denim jeans, a white T-shirt and espadrilles …
I saw some rather nice pottery and decided on a little jug which will be ideal for milk on the breakfast table, or even for a bunch of flowers, such as bluebells, forgetmenots or grape hyacinths.
I’ve photographed it on the table in front of the coffee-pot-minus-lid so you can get some idea of its size. It’s quite small but not a miniature cream jug.
Once home, we shared a cheese baguette for a quick and easy lunch and this afternoon we’ve been watching rugby on the TV with coffee and shortbread fingers …
So while the weather has been wet and windy we haven’t let it keep us indoors the whole time. I hope you are having a good weekend, wherever you are.
Until next time.