Tuesday, 30 October 2007

Luncheon

... well, not so posh, but more lunch

Today has been excellent in my small corner of the blogosphere. I have been delighted with the responses to my tags by mousie and the shrink. Apparently neither had been tagged before, and both (like me) have an innate dislike of that sort of thing, but the fact that the subject was books (and, of course my delightful personality ;-) ) hooked them. It is very interesting to read people’s choices of books in the different categories. Reckon I am somewhat pretentious and a. certainly called my bluff by arranging to send me a Fred Vargas book in French – it has not been translated into English, so I can’t cheat!

Today has been particularly good in that I took L and Mr L out for lunch to a local garden centre. When I called to pick them up, I was amazed to see how much more work they have done in their garden since I last went there.

We enjoyed our lunch then had a good look round the Garden Centre’s Christmas exhibits; they have put on an excellent show, no tat but all good quality stuff, much reminiscent of Austrian and German Christmas markets. I bought a stair of candles (electric) as they look really nice in the window before Christmas and the last set I had lost all its bulbs over the years, with no more replacements to be found. I also bought (not from the Christmas bit) some stems of (artificial) pussy willow, to put in a vase in an unused space in my bathroom. I have been looking for something appropriate to put there, and now reckon I have finally found it.

Okay, from the sublime to the gor blimey. This morning I decided to sort out all my dirty washing as it was overflowing the basket. Turned out to be 3 good loads; one the whites, one the darks and the third the bedding. So, back I came from dropping my friends off and carrying in a gift from them of a lovely bunch of flowers which I have snipped and put in a vase with water and plant food, then I had really no option but to make a start on the washing. We are allowed to use only one machine at a time, so the first load washed, then into the dryer, then put away. Should really do another one, but sufficient unto the day….

See what an exciting life I lead!

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

Hi
Just spent a very pleasant hour catching up on your blogs! Had been about to phone you but thought would be nice to catch up on your goings on first.
About the books - I have read a lot of Grisham, but not The Testament (at least I don't remember reading it). I had given up reading his books as had got a bit bored with the same author. Not the case with Brookmyre - loved all his books (except the one set in America) especially One Fine Day in the Middle of the Night. Feels like Im rambling a bit now so will sign off and give you that call I planned an hour ago to invite you over for lunch!! Hope it's not too late.....
Lots of love from daughter xx

The Shrink said...

Glad you liked my book musings :-)

Our local garden centres have mixed fare, with amazingly gaudy plastic frippery no sane person would entertain, then gorgeous presentations that consumed my wife with desire!

But to my (male) mind it's still too early to think of Christmas.

The Shrink said...

Oh, and we've now got a washing machine, so the world's a better place. But, yes, the down side is we've oodles of piles of laundry now. Ho hum!

Elaine said...

To daughter - gladyou are enjoying keeping in touch. Welcome back any time!

To the Shrink

This garden centre is remarkably free from gaudy plastic frippery, though I agree with you that it is still far too early to think of Christmas.

Delighted to hear you now have your gold-plated washing machine, Enjoy doing those piles of laundry. Having just visited L, who has her own machine and can put it on at any time she likes, I am consumed with envy.

To Mrs Shrink (or am I being sexist here?) if you fold washing carefully and pat it out smooth, it is amazing how little ironing you neeed to do. I really now only do handkies and the occasional blouse.

Mind you,men have a rather annoying habit of wanting shirts ironed!