|Monday morning airing|
There was a time, not so long ago, when the thought of Monday morning made me feel glum. It's probably the same mindset that has made nostalgia filled Sunday night viewing so successful. A winding down after trying to fill all sorts into a busy weekend - shopping, walking, cycling, gardening, visiting, cooking, baking, washing. Now I see every Monday as a fresh start - a quick clean, the recycling out, washing on the line, get the week going. And this Monday, with the sun shining outside and the cool March morning air blowing through the bedrooms and kitchen, is most welcome for it has been busy couple of weeks with some good, bad and ugly. For a start, having the car written off by some lads haring round our street corner far too fast has been a complete pain in the arse, largely because of the negotiation of bureacracy rather than subsequent need to cycle or take the train - more of this perhaps another day. Then there has been defence of the realm, my little realm, arguing against planning permission for a neighbour's somewhat invasive extension. Perhaps I have become so used to a quiet life that this decided disquiet has had me completely strung out a second time round.
There have, of course been good days, very good days: a mother's day lunch: jolly times with the WI in London and Cambridge; seeing my young cousin's clever and funny first play performed at a pucker theatre; volunteer teaching finger-knitting at the Knitting and Stitching show - this is a good way not to spend money, by the way, as you are too worn out to make any purchasing decisions; a first-of-the-year railway ride to the seaside; offering a B&B stop for friends and family; my last upholstery class of the term; using my wheat and poppy speckled carpet yarn bag around town; a meeting at the Southbank roof garden on a sunny day to talk about a garden project - it's not going ahead in after all, but what a fab place to meet; finally doing a bit of sowing and planting and rewarding ourselves with some rapid home-made scones.
|Scones for tea|
More tales to come. Meanwhile, enjoy the sunshine.