I had rather good plans for today. Because I have had one or two very busy days (no time to put on a post yesterday as I had visitors in the evening - lovely chatty evening) I intended to have a nice quiet day today. Hair appointment is always 9.30
and then I had nothing else planned and I intended to just take it easy.
Ha,ha. I had started to make a recipe yesterday and had to finish it today by adding green olives and chopped tomatoes and simmering for an extra half hour. When I opened the fridge I saw a parsnip and an apple staring me in the face reminding me that I intended to make parsnip and apple soup. I did both of those jobs and as I was doing them the door bell rang and it was a friend R calling in for a chat. Nice to see her and we sat and chatted for an hour. Then it was time to eat my soup - very nice too..
The door bell rang - Lakeland with a parcel of various bathroom and kitchen cleaning sprays - I unpacked them. If you have ever considered half a dozen spray cannisters together you will find that each has its way of being opened and it is not necessarily the same as its neighbour, so I now have a line of cannisters in the kitchen waiting for my son to interpret the instructions and get them in working order before I put them away.
I sit down at my computer to put on today's post and find an e mail from a stranger asking if I can tell him anything about Dick Riv ron as he has just bought a painting by him. He was my first husband's uncle and a very good painter. He lived in Australia. So I spent the next half hour photographing the paintings I have by him, then found it impossible to send them by e mail - so that is another job for my son when he next calls.
It is almost tea time now. The only thing is that I do content myself with the knowledge that as you age it is much better to be busy and moving about all day than it is to sit about. And I have saved on the central heating because I have been so busy that I forget to turn the temperature up all day!
It has been a lovely sunny morning here but has now gone rather grey and is spitting about with rain. I cheer myself up by thinking it will be February next week, February is only a short month and then it will be March and things will begin to improve. Daft really, but it keeps me going in the dark days of winter (getting a bit lighter in the evening though isn't it).
Getting lighter in the morning too. Those of you who have read my blog for a long time will know that my favourite bird is the rook and that on the farm we lived about half a mile as the rook flies from a huge rookery. Well, I have literally only moved two fields away from the farm and those self same rooks fly over my bungalow each morning and it is now light enough for me to see them as I eat my shredded wheat and banana. Nothing changes.
Four of the clock. Time to get Tess's tea (yes she can tell the time) and then I really sit down with a cup of tea and watch Antiques Road Trip. Hope I am not tempting fate by saying this - must go I hear the door bell!!!