A lazy weekend indeed, well for me. Husband carries on working on various projects and indeed made breakfast for us this morning (just scrambled eggs on toast) but I’ve felt a general lack of motivation. I think I’m just a bit under-the-weather but you’d think, having had a course of antibiotics the week before last, that would’ve clobbered any bugs, wouldn’t you, and I’d be fighting fit? But I’ve a nasty cold sore on my lip and just feel tired, so am taking it easy this weekend.
We had a bit of shopping to do yesterday. We wanted to go to Waitrose but, as I said to husband, we really must wean ourselves off Waitrose; the place will close in a few weeks’ time and we will then have to shop elsewhere, like it or not.
So off to Sainsbury’s and while we don’t like the store (either the one only a couple of miles up the road or the larger one in Torquay) at least we have been able to find just about everything we usually buy with the exception of coffee ice cream. Coconut, even peanut butter ice cream (can you think of anything more disgusting?) but no coffee.
Once the shopping was done we popped down to the Palace Hotel for hot chocolate and croissants. We had been to their ‘sister’ hotel last week, the Headland, and also had croissants, but the ones yesterday at the Palace weren’t a patch on those served at the Headland – they were cold when they should’ve been served warm. Indeed, we should’ve asked for them to be heated once we’d realized they were stone cold, but should we have to do this? Should not an hotel know that these should be served warm? After the experience with the awful chips at the Palace a few weeks ago and now these cold, rubbery croissants, we might have to cross the Palace off our list.
The flowers in Sainsbury’s are rather a mixed bag. They look fresh enough but so many of them are bouquets of mixed colours: there were mixed colours of roses, mixed colours of alstromeria, etc. I don’t want mixed colours as if I’m in capable of deciding for myself which colours look nice together. Some flowers look lovely in mixed colours. Take anemones as an example, all their rich colours look lovely together, but bunches of alstromeria in pink, red, white, magenta, and orange quite frankly look frightful. But I managed to find a bunch of white alstromeria, so popped those into the trolley, and also some pink roses (the pink here looks quite bright but in fact, they are a pale coral and look rather pretty.)
Having had no success with the new foundation I bought in the Boots No 7 range, I sent for my old favourite, Stay Perfect foundation, only to find (silly me) I’d chosen the wrong colour, Cool Beige instead of Cool Ivory. But I truly can’t be bothered to return it and so, having now ordered Cool Ivory, I will blend the two so that both are used. I might even like the effect!
One thing I must cease doing is looking at Instagram accounts of people who are as book mad as I am! My attention has been drawn to several books and some I’ve simply not been able to resist. The latest books to arrive are …
I understand it’s the first of a trilogy but I’ll just have to see how I enjoy this one. It was published in 1964, the year I was married, but I expect 55 years later it will seem very dated by today’s standard of writing (which I think is much improved, generally speaking.)
As I’ve been enjoying the third crime novel set in Venice by Philip Gwynne Jones, I decided to buy …
which is the story of how he and his wife gave up their jobs in the UK and decamped to Venice, to live and work there.
And another book arrived this morning, again one I’d seen on an Instagram page somewhere …
a re-print of a novel (there are others in this series) from the 1950s. I want to like these novels from a by-gone era, for that is what the 1950s and 1960s now are; time out of mind to some of us, or before our time for others! Whether I shall like these 1950s/1960s books remains to be seen.
Yesterday was the Grand National. Younger son phoned and suggested he put on a bet for each of us, so I said, “Just choose a couple of horses for us!” He did that. Husband’s fell at the first, mine fell at the 20th. About as profitable as buying a lottery ticket or a scratch card, but it was fun – for all of five minutes. I now owe son a tenner – we don’t go mad on such things!
And today it’s the Oxford/Cambridge University Boat Race. The race takes about 15 – 20 minutes but the programme comes on at 1.30 pm and repetitively maunders on until 4 pm. In the 1950s when I was a child at school, we used to go around sporting dark blue or light blue ribbons and people would shout, “Light blue? Dark blue?” (Light blue for Cambridge, Dark blue for Oxford). The Race was talked about for weeks and weeks before the big day; people really were excited by it. These days the first we’d heard was a few days ago when we learned that Olympic oarsman, Sir James Cracknell, the oldest man ever to row in the Boat Race at 46, was taking part. Other than that, zilch. And I’m afraid I can no longer get excited by it.
And now for a late lunch of various salads – crispy lettuce, cress, tomatoes, cucumber, spring onions, tabbouleh, what Sainsbury’s refer to as ‘cocktail’ beetroot (i.e. they’re small!), hummus, coleslaw, new potatoes and, for husband, a slice of ham as well.
I hope you are having a good weekend, and for those of us in the UK, we have Line of Duty on TV to look forward to this evening.
Until next time.