After Christmas musings

Christmas day was a beautifully relaxing day spent with the one I love.  I was content to do very little; we drank little and yet ate far too much.

Boxing day was spent in the company of a Friend, and much enjoyed at that.

Yesterday I suffered for eating several migraine triggers – oranges, chocolate, cheese and irregular meals with flashing lights – how did I not know what that would do.  Stayed in bed until late afternoon, and am still feeling a bit odd.  Missed Meeting and choir.

I teated myself to watching the entire Blackpool series – 6 programmes with David Tennant and lots of songs.  It is like Blackpool itself; brash, breezy, sometimes dark and very cheesy, but I do love it.

Today I want to go for a walk on the beach and into town to buy some slippers in the sales.  If I can persuade my beloved to come to I will be very happy, if not I will go alone.

Back to work tomorrow but I get another day off on Friday.

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Lazy Sunday Afternoon (Reprise)

I don’t like doing housework – I can always find something I prefer to do.  I have a real talent for procrastination.  The thought of housework turns that talent into an art.

I have only found one thing that causes more procrastination than housework and that is revising for exams.  Fortunately I don’t have to do that anymore.

Yesterday I started cleaning the shower, which was beginning to show signs of black mould.  We used to use one of those concoctions of chemicals which advertise itself as a ‘daily shower spray’, the sort that eliminates the need for work just by spraying this chemical cocktail round the shower after you have been in it.  It worked.  The shower was instantly sparkling clean and over time mould regrowth was slowed, but I was unsure about its effect on the environment and also on the environment of my lungs.  A green solution was required and after consulting my new textbook I discovered that vinegar was the magic remedy.  I wish I could say that it was instant, but after an hour or so the shower was gleaming and smelled like a chipshop.  I am assured that the solution of vinegar in water will work to keep mould growth down.

I sprayed a different chemical around to hide the smell – apple fresh is not so nice mixed with vinegar – we now have ‘eau de cider press’.

Today’s effort was the rest of the bathroom which is now much better, and so far half of the kitchen.

One has to have a break half way through to move everything to one side in order to clean under it.  The break in the middle is a magical time.  I sit back assured that I only have half of it left and that I have made a real improvement.  When I  have had this cup of tea I will move it all over and then start on the second half; it wouldn’t do to leave it half done.  When I have looked at my emails, I will get started again.  I’ll just…

Oh…

Is it that time already..?

Perhaps I will just move everything back and wash that half later.  I’m sure the rest can wait.

 

Lazy sunday afternoon…

so I played on my PC most of the afternoon.  I cannot believe that I wasted all the day after such a good Meeting.

Went out for our evening walk and found some puffballs, of some description, in the grass.  all the ones I looked at on the internet seem to be edible.  The night was clear and the oilrig looked pretty but the sky over Blackpool was a haze of light pollution.  That’s the illuminations for you though.  I need to go to bed NOW!

Lethargy

Sometimes there is only one word that sums up how you feel, and today the word is lethargic.  I have little motivation to do all the things that I ought to do.

I would procrastinate but I just can’t summon up the energy.  Perhaps I might procrastinate tomorrow.

The reception and evening party

What a lovely venue in a lovely location for a lovely occasion! The reception and evening do were held at a golf club overlooking the Yorkshire moors: it looked a beautiful but wild place and we joked that you had to be fit to play there.

I have posted pictures on my flikkr account, so click on the link if you want to see them.  The photos here are from Bryn.

Charlotte, as I said, looked stunning and James was looking every bit the handsome groom. They appear to be deeply in love and it is so wonderful to see them joined together and looking so happy on their special day.  The only time I saw either of them looking even slightly less than happy was when they were about to take their first dance.  Unfortunately Wendy and Chris (father and mother of the bride) had popped home to do the milking and had not yet returned.  Charlotte was understandably desperate to have them there for the dance (which they  were eventually).  Apart from that every time I looked across at either of them they were either smiling or beaming.

Charlotte and James have a daughter who is almost two, and she is a delightful child, and she looked lovely and was very good all day.

The bride aa mummy

The bride as mummy

If I had a good opinion of the groom before hand, I had an even better one by the end of the day, he is a caring and helpful person who does his best for even his old aunty when something goes wrong!  I hope and pray that they will always be as happy and as loving as they are today – they are truly a lovely couple, and very dear to my heart.

Siblings and our offspring.

Charlotte is the daughter of my sister Wendy who I think is the best sister a girl could want.

My wonderful sister

My wonderful sister

I am immensely impressed by many of her attributes, and it is no surprise to me that Charlotte has turned out to be such a lovely girl, having such a good mum and dad.  (Chris and my beloved are similar in their characters.  Both are not gregarious like we girls are.)   Her brother James (it is confusing that both her new husband and her brother are called James) is a wonderful lad too.

I have a brother called Philip who is a couple of years younger than me.  He looks more and more like my dad as he ages.  He has been married three times now, and widowed once and I hope that he and his present wife continue to be happy together.  Julie and I are getting to know each other, and I like her.

Philip has three children and Julie has a daughter too, called Vicky who I haven’t met (I think!)  Philip’s son Jason is married to Claire who I hadn’t met before and who I instantly took to.  Jason has grown into a nice bloke.

Philip’s first daughter Sarah came to the evening do, by which time his second daughter, Gemma  had already with left her son  Keiran, who is a few months older than Lydia.  I haven’t spoken to Gemma much for a long time, not for any reason except that we are both busy.  Sarah has two children: Jade  and Morpheus, who is also the son of her partner Steve.  I have been lucky to always get on with Sarah – I guess we are both ‘wild child’ren at heart.  Sarah always impressed me as being a far better mother than any one would have expected, and I am strangely proud of her for this, thought I don’t have any right to be.  Whilst I don’t know Morpheus, I am impressed with Jade – such a serious and intelligent young lady and so very pretty, she is the eldest of my great-nieces and great nephews.

Most of those mentioned sat together much of the day, as did my mother and Bryn, my dearest beloved.

Mum had offered to lend me a handbag, which I didn’t need so she used it.  It was identical to the one I had bought, so all day we kept picking each other’s handbag up.

Rose

My new shoes didn’t hurt, I didn’t see anyone get drunk, there were no obvious rows or even slights, it was windy but not freezing, the children got slightly cranky rather than naughty, it spotted rather than rained, and I think pretty much everyone had a good time.  Old hurts and imagined slights were put aside and it seemed that love was in the air.  Hubby has several pictures of loving kindness between generations.

I ate too much and was definately dehydrated by the time I got back home gasping for a cuppa and very tired.  It was a very long day with only one cup of tea all the time we were out. It was the worst cup of tea in the universe – how can tea taste and smell fishy? I had sufficient alcohol to enjoy but not enough to make me silly.

Ministry from a comedy programme?

I watched a television programme the other day, but cannot remember which it was and cannot find it so cannot credit it.  Anyway, I  heard the following comment, which seemed profound at the time.

I cannot quote the exact words, but it pictured the start of relationship being a card game where each person has a hand of cards of which certain ones are shown and others held close to their chest.  “I am showing ‘punctuality’ and  ‘a sense of humour’ but holding  ‘untidiness’ and ‘sexual deviance’. 

It occured to me that marriage should be about laying all your cards on the table and accepting the other persons ‘low’ cards too.