The first week of the holidays has been mostly quiet apart from the dinosaur exhibition. I don't know if it's impressive or sad that we've already got everything ready for when school starts again in September. We go away for quite a long time though, so it's really better to get everything done before. Today we went and bought school supplies (in France you have to provide quite a lot of stuff yourself) and I also finished the overalls. This finally provided a use for those metallic snaps I found in Lidl for a bargainous price a while back, although it took a bit of practice to learn to put them on.
MrF managed to fluff the simple business of putting cling film over some grated cheese and smash one of my favourite bowls. I 'm pretty sure it came from our local potter but his style has moved on so not the exact replacement.
Suspect I may have contracted a degree of heat stroke in the course of the day (headache, mausea) so heading for the early night,
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I smashed my dinner plate today , the last of a Denby set from long ago. It feels like the end of an era. I hope you manage to sleep @Firenze.
I managed to fit a lot into a few hours today. After a very broken night I slept late. Shopped for essentials. Walked to French conversation group. Only four of us, all at a high level, so we coped with a tricky topic. As I arrived home my granddaughter arrived. I haven’t seen her for a while and won’t again for a few weeks, so I was glad I was able to get her to sign an LPA document, witnessed by the neighbour who kindly came straightaway.
Yes, it's very reminiscent of Beatrix Potter!
ION, a scorchio, but breezio, day in Arkland the Deserted, which seems to be denuded of many Denizens, because heat? The breeze is from the east, which means that it blows in on me, through the open portholes, close to where I sit at my Table.
Mind you, on calling in at the Office to collect a parcel, I was very pleased to encounter a chap called Big K, who I haven't seen for ages. He and his partner (Not-Quite-So-Big K) are thoroughly nice people, but dwell in a part of Arkland rather remote from Our Creek. The Ks have two most beautiful and handsome German Shepherd Dogs, the younger of whom was (when he was new) white-furred all over - not albino - and both Dogs are very well-trained and well-behaved. The same can't be said, I'm afraid, of one or two other Dogs closer to Our Creek, but that's the fault of their humans...
FISH PIE for Lunch (a bit later on) because use-by date.
Very scorchio, but without the breezio, here; it was about 25° when I went out to get some eggs for a late brunch.
The heat seems to have brought on a sort of lethargy though - I haven't even watched the ladies' singles final yet. I saw the tail-end of the boys' doubles final, which had some rather good play, but sadly the pair with a Brit in it didn't win.
I tried to get the opening ceremony of the Island Games, which are happening in Orkney this week, on You Tube, but I couldn't get the sound to work properly, so it was a bit of a bummer.
What I need is a punkah wallah. As it is I have to make do with a hand fan printed with a picture of the Castello di Miramare. Interestingly, currently Trieste is only a degree warmer than Edinburgh.
Bar tottering out for the paper this morning, and hauling a few watering cans, have done very little today - still tired from yesterday.
Dinner will be hot but brief - marinaded flat iron steak and a fry or two; not a whole lot of appetite.
I haven't even watched the ladies' singles final yet.
I have now - that didn't take long. Although I was rooting for Swiatek (I'll always support a European over an American - sorry about that), I couldn't help feeling sorry for Anasimova - she was annihilated.
Lethargy is my default mode in a heatwave.
I woke at 3.30am and there was no more sleep to be had. I went out to the garden centre then to the church coffee morning while it was still very pleasant, but have done little since. This evening I had thought of going to a concert in another village church but could not be bothered to make myself presentable. I felt I was also likely to fall asleep, not a good look.
I’m enjoying the replay of Live Aid on BBC2, 40 years ago! Fond memories of that day, watching with my 2 very young daughters. Even enjoying the mullets and long flowing coats.
We've just watched the first two programmes about Live Aid. It's a day etched in our memory as that is the day my then boyfriend (now husband) left college and came up to live with me in Nottingham. He passed Wembley on the train and saw all the crowds and then arrived at my place where I was watching it.
After bravely doing the ironing this morning despite the heat I spent the afternoon at our book festival doing a tad of volunteering and going to an interesting discussion about creativity with four creative people including a lady from the 2023 series of Sewing Bee. She showed us the outfits she'd created and they were just great. One of the other people on the panel was Lucy Mangan from The Guardian whose book about reading and childhood I brought and am very much enjoying.
Live Aid was on the 13th July, a date I know well as it was my sixteenth birthday and I was allowed to choose what to watch on telly (a rare treat as the youngest of 8). We watched Live Aid all day.
This evening we have been to a lovely posh Indian for a 7 course meal, celebrating my birthday a day early as we will be too busy tomorrow evening at church.
Happy birthday @Heavenlyannie. I love those sort of Indian meals. We went to one once for my birthday and our son has been muttering that he'd like to do something similar for his in August.
It's the last day of our book festival today. There is an open mic session tonight and I'm wondering about going and inflicting a couple of my poems on them.
I may check on the tennis, but more interested in whether Rory can win the Scottish Open. East Lothian looks to be still sunny, but it's cloudy over here.
I've done my garden stint - mainly heaving the watering can round.
Another warm day in Arkland the Hot, after a much cooler and cloudier morning. Lunch is LAMB CHOPS with Pickled Red Cabbage.
My Spy tells me that yesterday's Summer Fair at Our Place went quite well, with nearly £600 raised for church funds. Not a huge amount, but welcome, nevertheless!
Most of it will be put towards installing a false ceiling in the Hall - new double-glazed windows are being installed next month - as part of a fairly major restoration and improvement programme. Grants have been made available for the windows, so hopefully more will be forthcoming for the ceiling...
Just back from eldest grandchild's end of year ballet show.
Her amazing teacher gave birth to her first child only a month ago but with the help of others managed to put on a spectacular affair despite the oppressive heat.
Our youngest daughter (mother of Little beaky/ Huxley) trained as a professional dancer and this grandchild is only pursuing dance as a hobby but I see so much of her aunt in her!
That sounds like a good event @MrsBeaky.
I'm also back from an event, the open mic end of Book Festival evening. It was OKish and I was brave enough to inflict a couple of pieces on the audience. However, beautiful though our ballroom is, it isn't really suited to this sort of event and I got very little out the other people's pieces. I had to turn my hearing aids off for one performance as all I could hear was distorted shouting. Also amateur poets do tend to go for rather too much introspective angst for my liking.
My husband now says I owe him one....
@Sarasa I wonder if your hearing aids were damaged by the volume of aircraft over your town or the roar of the Tornado on the railway track this weekend? A few miles away we had a Lancaster overhead yesterday, very loud!
Evensong was at a neighbouring church in a tiny hamlet this evening. It was led by a retired priest who seemed not to know what order to do things like the psalm, intercessions, sermon, anthem, almost forgot to receive the collection and preached a rather pointless sermon. The organ has seen better days, but the somewhat depleted choir sang well.
Hoping for cooler weather tomorrow so I can get some jobs done. Rain is forecast for Tuesday.
@Sarasa I wonder if your hearing aids were damaged by the volume of aircraft over your town or the roar of the Tornado on the railway track this weekend? A few miles away we had a Lancaster overhead yesterday, very loud!
Evensong was at a neighbouring church in a tiny hamlet this evening. It was led by a retired priest who seemed not to know what order to do things like the psalm, intercessions, sermon, anthem, almost forgot to receive the collection and preached a rather pointless sermon. The organ has seen better days, but the somewhat depleted choir sang well.
Hoping for cooler weather tomorrow so I can get some jobs done. Rain is forecast for Tuesday.
What? The sound of the 48 cylinders of the four Rolls-Royce Merlins powering the Lancaster is as close to the voices of angels as we are ever likely to hear on this earth. And be careful that nobody over in the railway thread hears the complaint about the blessed Tornado!
Our summer skies are often peppered with aircraft from the Duxford air museum. I often go for my morning walk accompanied by the sound of spitfires. But more often it is the sound of larger planes going into Cambridge airport, as our house is directly under the flight path as they come into land.
@Sarasa I wonder if your hearing aids were damaged by the volume of aircraft over your town or the roar of the Tornado on the railway track this weekend? A few miles away we had a Lancaster overhead yesterday, very loud!
Evensong was at a neighbouring church in a tiny hamlet this evening. It was led by a retired priest who seemed not to know what order to do things like the psalm, intercessions, sermon, anthem, almost forgot to receive the collection and preached a rather pointless sermon. The organ has seen better days, but the somewhat depleted choir sang well.
Hoping for cooler weather tomorrow so I can get some jobs done. Rain is forecast for Tuesday.
What? The sound of the 48 cylinders of the four Rolls-Royce Merlins powering the Lancaster is as close to the voices of angels as we are ever likely to hear on this earth. And be careful that nobody over in the railway thread hears the complaint about the blessed Tornado!
I hope not. If I never hear an infernal combustion engine again it'll be too soon. There's something about them that irritates the bejazus out of me. They are a necessary evil, but an evil nevertheless and should be as quiet as is technically possible. As for people who sit in their cars idling or deliberately tune their cars and motorbikes to be louder than they need to be - I cannot get my head round how anyone can be that antisocial. I'd have 'em seized and crushed, frankly.
Tangentially related - if I can hear your sound system from outside your car, it's too fecking loud.
Happy Bastille Day everyone 🇫🇷🇫🇷🎇🎆(which FWIW actually isn't what the French call it - it's just the National Holiday to us). We're not far from the heliport, so a few military flying things have been whirring about the sky this morning on their way back from the parade on the Champs Elysees.
I have celebrated freedom from tyranny this morning by cleaning the house. Captain P's little friend from school is coming round to play this afternoon. To avoid the pair of them rampaging unstructured around the house for four hours I am going suggest making a cake together for afternoon snack time.
@Sarasa I wonder if your hearing aids were damaged by the volume of aircraft over your town or the roar of the Tornado on the railway track this weekend? A few miles away we had a Lancaster overhead yesterday, very loud!
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What? The sound of the 48 cylinders of the four Rolls-Royce Merlins powering the Lancaster is as close to the voices of angels as we are ever likely to hear on this earth. And be careful that nobody over in the railway thread hears the complaint about the blessed Tornado!
I wasn’t really complaining as such, only on behalf of the aurally challenged.
Making a CAKE sounds like a very sensible option for National Holiday time @la vie en rouge - will it have tri-coloured icing?
Another warm, breezy day in Arkland the Refreshed, where there was some welcome Rain overnight.
Tess Coe has been visited, because Monday, and supplies laid in for the rest of the week. Some items, as BEER, BREAD, and other things beginning with B, may require a quick foray to the village Co-Op before Friday.
Lunch is SCAMPI n'Chips, followed by a Work session, as it's fine weather for Paint Ing.
I got absolutely soaked going to work today, but probably not quite as soaked as I would have got if I'd gone out at lunch time; it was absolutely coming down in stair-rods, so I was very glad I'd brought some lunch with me.
It's still pleasantly warm though (18° when I was coming home, and mercifully dry by then).
Supper was what I'm going to christen "use-by risotto", as I had superannuated mushrooms and a red pepper, which I combined with some leftover ready-cooked chicken which actually made a rather palatable dish.
No more tennis (I always feel a bit deflated at the end of Windlebum), so I shall either snooze or catch up on the 50th anniversary of Live Aid stuff - there really were some rather good acts!
Mowed Daughter Erin’s lawn this afternoon. Whizzed round quickly as rain was expected. While chatting to her when I’d finished we could both smell the petrichor, but the rain missed us completely! Looks like we’ll have a deluge tomorrow though.
I don't love salmon as I should it being healthy oily fish, but Madhur Jaffrey's salmon in Bengali mustard sauce reconciled me as much as anything could.
@Puzzler I missed both the Lancaster and the Tornado. I'd really like to see a Lancaster, but I never seem to be in the right place when they do fly.
I went to Pilates this morning. Our usual instructor was away and the replacement, who we have quite often, appears to do a very gentle routine, but I always find it wears me out. After a frustrating time at our hospital trying to check up if I had an audiology appointment or not I came home via our local Peugeot dealer where my husband was picking up our new car, a Peugeot E208. He spent the afternoon exploring all its features and then we took it out for a drive to a place where he's been walking with the Ramblers but I hadn't. We did a short walk along the edge of the Lincolnshire Wolds which has amazing views.
Now the tennis is over I've switched to the Tour de France. I managed to fall asleep watching that too.
I was remembering Bastille day here in NW England. My schoolboy memory is that I was simply Le Quatorze Juillet with a capital L, Q, and J. Also a cooler day here enabled me to finish cutting the grass - an hour and three quarters helped along by listening to the ‘Thirteen Minutes’ podcast on BBC Sounds about the US space shuttle (having previously enjoyed the two previous series on the moon landings and on Apollo 13).
We were in France a good few years ago and were going to go to the firework display at Livarot but it got rained off. There was a thunderstorm I’ve never seen blue lightening before..
A long time ago when I was a student I went cycling through France with a friend. As we approached one village there were barriers alongside the road and people standing on the other side of them. It turned out that we were in front of a road race (not Le Tour) so we got out of their way. It was pretty obvious that we were not part of it but the spectators gave us a good cheer none-the-less.
It turns out that, even in my 60s, I can still fascinate a man.
The man in question is the NE Man. After several days of wearing sunscreen, and washing my face normally, my face was starting to feel a bit claggy. So I decided to do the full steam cleanse with oil cleanser thing.
The NE Man hove by at the sound of the kettle and was disappointed and baffled to be told I wasn't making tea, I was preparing to clean my face. Much explaining, demonstrating, and reassuring him that the sink would be cleaned before he next used it, and there was no chance of any lavender-scented unguent touching him followed.
The NE Man was fascinated.
Admittedly, if you can imagine Sheldon Cooper saying "Fascinating" it was closer to that than the magazine articles on "How to Fascinate a Man" of my impressionable youth, but hey. We've been married for 36 years. I'll take it.
Would he have noticed what you'd done if you'd finished before he happened to come by? IYSWIM.
Rather overcast and windy in Arkland the Grey, but it's still warm:
In July the Sun is hot.
Is it shining?
No, it's not!
(Flanders & Swann, as enny fule kno).
Pilates was rather painful today, so jaded tissues are currently being restored by Battered Prawns. I had planned to do a little incy-wincy bit of Paint Ing this afternoon, but there is a slight possibility of Rain, so that's my excuse reason for refraining from any more Work until tomorrow.
Admittedly, if you can imagine Sheldon Cooper saying "Fascinating" it was closer to that than the magazine articles on "How to Fascinate a Man" of my impressionable youth, but hey. We've been married for 36 years. I'll take it.
I have to say that I can relate to this. I am often fascinated (and usually bemused) by the strange and complex ways a simple task can be extended by a female mind.
I'm impressed by your dedication to a skin routine @North East Quine . My face gets wetted in the shower and that's about it.
We have some much needed rain here, and as I wasn't planning on planning on doing anything today that seems like ideal timing from the weather gods. My husband is finishing off painting the kitchen so I'm staying out of his way till its finished. I have the agenda for tomorrow's council meeting to get my head round. Not the most exciting reading so I haven't summoned up the energy to look at it yet.
Originally posted by Sarasa: I'm impressed by your dedication to a skin routine. My face gets wetted in the shower and that's about it.
That's what I'd usually do, but then I don't usually wear sunscreen. My skin was feeling decidedly clarty, and I didn't think soap and water were enough.
<snip>so jaded tissues are currently being restored by Battered Prawns.<snip>
So long as you’re not attempting to restore battered tissues with jaded prawns!
No, although I was going to have Salmon Fillets, until I noticed that I'd misread the use-by date. Jaded Salmon Fillets would have perhaps battered my tissues...
We have light rain and coolth. I’ve already forgotten how it feels to be warm.
Living very near Bletchley Park, we often witness fly pasts. A couple of weeks ago a Lancaster flew directly over our house, extremely low. It was exhilarating.
I remember many moons ago going to an air show in Orkney with my dad. I was armed with a very basic Kodak Instamatic, he with a very un-basic Olympus something-or-other.
When a Lancaster flew overhead, I managed to get it right in the centre of my viewfinder, went "click" and Bob was, as they say, your uncle - before he'd got halfway through his rigmarole of F-numbers or whatever it is that proper photographers do ...
OK, it wouldn't have been the same quality as he would have got, but I actually got a picture of it.
After what had been quite a nice, if not particularly sunny, day, the rain waited until I was going home before it descended, and the umbrella had to be deployed.
Supper was pasta with prawns and greens, again because use-by dates.
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My Dad used to be a Minister so I did an ink drawing of my Dad and me, I am holding a bunch of forget-me-nots. It's called 'Church Mice'.
Today I put a framed print of it for sale, in the cafe/antique shop in the square.
It only went and sold this afternoon!
I'll be taking print #2 up tomorrow!
Here is the picture, it's A3 size - https://photos.app.goo.gl/W7ipzy3RiwGNjkh67
The first week of the holidays has been mostly quiet apart from the dinosaur exhibition. I don't know if it's impressive or sad that we've already got everything ready for when school starts again in September. We go away for quite a long time though, so it's really better to get everything done before. Today we went and bought school supplies (in France you have to provide quite a lot of stuff yourself) and I also finished the overalls. This finally provided a use for those metallic snaps I found in Lidl for a bargainous price a while back, although it took a bit of practice to learn to put them on.
Suspect I may have contracted a degree of heat stroke in the course of the day (headache, mausea) so heading for the early night,
O
I managed to fit a lot into a few hours today. After a very broken night I slept late. Shopped for essentials. Walked to French conversation group. Only four of us, all at a high level, so we coped with a tricky topic. As I arrived home my granddaughter arrived. I haven’t seen her for a while and won’t again for a few weeks, so I was glad I was able to get her to sign an LPA document, witnessed by the neighbour who kindly came straightaway.
Thank you Karl for the pronunciation and Firenze for the remembrances. I looked up some photos; looks like a wonderful place.
Hope those suffering in the heat get some cooler weather soon.
ION, a scorchio, but breezio, day in Arkland the Deserted, which seems to be denuded of many Denizens, because heat? The breeze is from the east, which means that it blows in on me, through the open portholes, close to where I sit at my Table.
Mind you, on calling in at the Office to collect a parcel, I was very pleased to encounter a chap called Big K, who I haven't seen for ages. He and his partner (Not-Quite-So-Big K) are thoroughly nice people, but dwell in a part of Arkland rather remote from Our Creek. The Ks have two most beautiful and handsome German Shepherd Dogs, the younger of whom was (when he was new) white-furred all over - not albino - and both Dogs are very well-trained and well-behaved. The same can't be said, I'm afraid, of one or two other Dogs closer to Our Creek, but that's the fault of their humans...
FISH PIE for Lunch (a bit later on) because use-by date.
The heat seems to have brought on a sort of lethargy though - I haven't even watched the ladies' singles final yet. I saw the tail-end of the boys' doubles final, which had some rather good play, but sadly the pair with a Brit in it didn't win.
I tried to get the opening ceremony of the Island Games, which are happening in Orkney this week, on You Tube, but I couldn't get the sound to work properly, so it was a bit of a bummer.
Salads for supper, because heat.
Bar tottering out for the paper this morning, and hauling a few watering cans, have done very little today - still tired from yesterday.
Dinner will be hot but brief - marinaded flat iron steak and a fry or two; not a whole lot of appetite.
I woke at 3.30am and there was no more sleep to be had. I went out to the garden centre then to the church coffee morning while it was still very pleasant, but have done little since. This evening I had thought of going to a concert in another village church but could not be bothered to make myself presentable. I felt I was also likely to fall asleep, not a good look.
After bravely doing the ironing this morning despite the heat I spent the afternoon at our book festival doing a tad of volunteering and going to an interesting discussion about creativity with four creative people including a lady from the 2023 series of Sewing Bee. She showed us the outfits she'd created and they were just great. One of the other people on the panel was Lucy Mangan from The Guardian whose book about reading and childhood I brought and am very much enjoying.
This evening we have been to a lovely posh Indian for a 7 course meal, celebrating my birthday a day early as we will be too busy tomorrow evening at church.
It's the last day of our book festival today. There is an open mic session tonight and I'm wondering about going and inflicting a couple of my poems on them.
Another beautiful day in sunny West Lothian, so I had a lovely little amble by the loch after church.
Laundry is doing its thing, and brunch will ensue forthwith, followed by some snoozage and then quite a bit of tennis.
I've done my garden stint - mainly heaving the watering can round.
My Spy tells me that yesterday's Summer Fair at Our Place went quite well, with nearly £600 raised for church funds. Not a huge amount, but welcome, nevertheless!
Most of it will be put towards installing a false ceiling in the Hall - new double-glazed windows are being installed next month - as part of a fairly major restoration and improvement programme. Grants have been made available for the windows, so hopefully more will be forthcoming for the ceiling...
Her amazing teacher gave birth to her first child only a month ago but with the help of others managed to put on a spectacular affair despite the oppressive heat.
Our youngest daughter (mother of Little beaky/ Huxley) trained as a professional dancer and this grandchild is only pursuing dance as a hobby but I see so much of her aunt in her!
I'm also back from an event, the open mic end of Book Festival evening. It was OKish and I was brave enough to inflict a couple of pieces on the audience. However, beautiful though our ballroom is, it isn't really suited to this sort of event and I got very little out the other people's pieces. I had to turn my hearing aids off for one performance as all I could hear was distorted shouting. Also amateur poets do tend to go for rather too much introspective angst for my liking.
My husband now says I owe him one....
Evensong was at a neighbouring church in a tiny hamlet this evening. It was led by a retired priest who seemed not to know what order to do things like the psalm, intercessions, sermon, anthem, almost forgot to receive the collection and preached a rather pointless sermon. The organ has seen better days, but the somewhat depleted choir sang well.
Hoping for cooler weather tomorrow so I can get some jobs done. Rain is forecast for Tuesday.
What? The sound of the 48 cylinders of the four Rolls-Royce Merlins powering the Lancaster is as close to the voices of angels as we are ever likely to hear on this earth. And be careful that nobody over in the railway thread hears the complaint about the blessed Tornado!
I hope not. If I never hear an infernal combustion engine again it'll be too soon. There's something about them that irritates the bejazus out of me. They are a necessary evil, but an evil nevertheless and should be as quiet as is technically possible. As for people who sit in their cars idling or deliberately tune their cars and motorbikes to be louder than they need to be - I cannot get my head round how anyone can be that antisocial. I'd have 'em seized and crushed, frankly.
Tangentially related - if I can hear your sound system from outside your car, it's too fecking loud.
I have celebrated freedom from tyranny this morning by cleaning the house. Captain P's little friend from school is coming round to play this afternoon. To avoid the pair of them rampaging unstructured around the house for four hours I am going suggest making a cake together for afternoon snack time.
I wasn’t really complaining as such, only on behalf of the aurally challenged.
Another warm, breezy day in Arkland the Refreshed, where there was some welcome Rain overnight.
Tess Coe has been visited, because Monday, and supplies laid in for the rest of the week. Some items, as BEER, BREAD, and other things beginning with B, may require a quick foray to the village Co-Op before Friday.
Lunch is SCAMPI n'Chips, followed by a Work session, as it's fine weather for Paint Ing.
It's still pleasantly warm though (18° when I was coming home, and mercifully dry by then).
Supper was what I'm going to christen "use-by risotto", as I had superannuated mushrooms and a red pepper, which I combined with some leftover ready-cooked chicken which actually made a rather palatable dish.
No more tennis (I always feel a bit deflated at the end of Windlebum), so I shall either snooze or catch up on the 50th anniversary of Live Aid stuff - there really were some rather good acts!
Tea was moussaka topped with crème fraiche and feta.
I went to Pilates this morning. Our usual instructor was away and the replacement, who we have quite often, appears to do a very gentle routine, but I always find it wears me out. After a frustrating time at our hospital trying to check up if I had an audiology appointment or not I came home via our local Peugeot dealer where my husband was picking up our new car, a Peugeot E208. He spent the afternoon exploring all its features and then we took it out for a drive to a place where he's been walking with the Ramblers but I hadn't. We did a short walk along the edge of the Lincolnshire Wolds which has amazing views.
Now the tennis is over I've switched to the Tour de France. I managed to fall asleep watching that too.
The man in question is the NE Man. After several days of wearing sunscreen, and washing my face normally, my face was starting to feel a bit claggy. So I decided to do the full steam cleanse with oil cleanser thing.
The NE Man hove by at the sound of the kettle and was disappointed and baffled to be told I wasn't making tea, I was preparing to clean my face. Much explaining, demonstrating, and reassuring him that the sink would be cleaned before he next used it, and there was no chance of any lavender-scented unguent touching him followed.
The NE Man was fascinated.
Admittedly, if you can imagine Sheldon Cooper saying "Fascinating" it was closer to that than the magazine articles on "How to Fascinate a Man" of my impressionable youth, but hey. We've been married for 36 years. I'll take it.
Would he have noticed what you'd done if you'd finished before he happened to come by? IYSWIM.
Rather overcast and windy in Arkland the Grey, but it's still warm:
In July the Sun is hot.
Is it shining?
No, it's not!
(Flanders & Swann, as enny fule kno).
Pilates was rather painful today, so jaded tissues are currently being restored by Battered Prawns. I had planned to do a little incy-wincy bit of Paint Ing this afternoon, but there is a slight possibility of Rain, so that's my excuse reason for refraining from any more Work until tomorrow.
I have to say that I can relate to this. I am often fascinated (and usually bemused) by the strange and complex ways a simple task can be extended by a female mind.
We have some much needed rain here, and as I wasn't planning on planning on doing anything today that seems like ideal timing from the weather gods. My husband is finishing off painting the kitchen so I'm staying out of his way till its finished. I have the agenda for tomorrow's council meeting to get my head round. Not the most exciting reading so I haven't summoned up the energy to look at it yet.
I'm impressed by your dedication to a skin routine. My face gets wetted in the shower and that's about it.
That's what I'd usually do, but then I don't usually wear sunscreen. My skin was feeling decidedly clarty, and I didn't think soap and water were enough.
No, although I was going to have Salmon Fillets, until I noticed that I'd misread the use-by date. Jaded Salmon Fillets would have perhaps battered my tissues...
Living very near Bletchley Park, we often witness fly pasts. A couple of weeks ago a Lancaster flew directly over our house, extremely low. It was exhilarating.
When a Lancaster flew overhead, I managed to get it right in the centre of my viewfinder, went "click" and Bob was, as they say, your uncle - before he'd got halfway through his rigmarole of F-numbers or whatever it is that proper photographers do ...
OK, it wouldn't have been the same quality as he would have got, but I actually got a picture of it.
After what had been quite a nice, if not particularly sunny, day, the rain waited until I was going home before it descended, and the umbrella had to be deployed.
Supper was pasta with prawns and greens, again because use-by dates.