Another wet and windy day and, quite frankly, I’ve not felt up to much this week. Not ill, just a general feeling of tiredness. I think this is an end-of-winter feeling, a can’t-wait-for-spring-to-arrive feeling, rather than just these teasing moments when we have wonderful sunshine one moment and howling gales the next. Anyway, I’ve allowed the dust to settle. Literally! I’ve not done any housekeeping although husband has pushed the vacuum around, but the house isn’t that bad, it just needs a real spruce-up after winter and right now, I’m just too tired to deal with it. I know I will feel more like it once the sun puts in an appearance.
And so, this morning I thought that I needed not only some fruit but some colour on the breakfast table. Husband had his now-usual porridge, which he cooks for himself, and I had lychees and black cherries and then a low-fat croissant with some Bonne Maman apricot jam. Perhaps ‘low-fat’ and ‘croissant’ are contradictions in terms, but although it wasn’t quite as flaky as a full-fat croissant, it was very nice indeed.
Why black cherries, you might ask? Well, this was a mistake on my part. Even though I’d put on my reading glasses to check the tins, I still opened black cherries instead of prunes. The labels look much the same, and I must’ve been rather lazy and just read “in light syrup” and didn’t check whether they were cherries or prunes. Silly me. But they still tasted nice with the lychees although I do prefer prunes with lychees.
On the table are the daffodils I bought in Waitrose yesterday. It was another awful day and I felt very lethargic. It was too cold and wet for us to venture out for a walk but husband kindly suggested we had a ‘run out’ in the car, just like old folks used to do years ago, when motoring was something of a hobby, a form of relaxation, unlike today when it’s a way of getting from A to B. And so we went to Waitrose – it feels sad in there now, knowing that its days are numbered – and we bought a few things, among which were our usual prawn sandwiches (more filling than those from Sainsburys, but a bit more expensive, too) and we took them to what we now call Cormorant Corner at Meadfoot.
At the far end of the beach are beach buts and a cafe which does a roaring trade in the summer and from where there are lovely views of the coastline. We only saw one young cormorant yesterday, diving for his dinner. The rocks on the first photo above is where the cormorants often perch in order to dry out their wings.
I bought the tulips, shown above, in Waitrose and they really are gorgeous. Instead of my more usual purple and flame, I bought deep pink and a lime-white, which look pretty on the table with the Vaseline glass.
For the kitchen I bought two £1 bunches of daffodils. They were still in their ‘pencil’ stage yesterday, but by this morning they had opened up completely. They are a pretty lemon yellow rather than the egg-yolk yellow of the double ones I had last week.
I have some books on order – when have I not got books on order? – which haven’t yet arrived (more about those when they do arrive) and as I’d finished the novel I was reading (and which I enjoyed) The Lost Letters by Sarah Mitchell, I cast around for something to read. I chose …
(This is a biography of Margot Asquith, wife of the then Liberal Prime Minister, Herbert Asquith)
… because although I bought this book three or four years ago and had started reading it then, for some reason I put it to one side and never finished it. Perhaps it was the wrong book at the wrong time, who knows? Anyway, I started this last night and am really enjoying it.
Indeed, I have several of biographer Anne de Courcy’s books and have read all but three of them. I do love having some still to read, don’t you? What would be the point of having a library of books if one had read them all?
These are my hardback copies; I’ve read Singled Out and The Husband Hunters and part of The Fishing Fleet. I still have The Viceroy’s Daughters to read. And my paperback copies are …
… and of these I have read 1939 The Last Season with the other two, above, still to read. Anne de Courcy is an excellent biographer (I am considering buying her biographies of Pamela Mitford and the late Lord Snowdon who, as many of you will recall, married HRH the Princess Margaret in 1960). She sets her subjects down in the era in which they lived, so as well as learning about them, we also learn much of the social history of the time (from the late Victorian/Edwardian period to the present day). She has a new biography out later this summer: Chanel’s Riviera: The Code d’Azur in Peace and War, 1930-1944. That is now on my List as I am sure it is something I would enjoy!
And now for a cup of tea and another chapter of Margot at War.
Until next time.
PS I added the title Singled Out in error; this is by Virginia Nicholson! Apologies, but the style of book is very similar to those of Anne de Courcy – social history of the 20th century.