It’s been a strange week weather-wise here in the east of the UK. We haven’t had the tremendous storms of the west and the north, nor the snow or floods, nothing much to complain about.
Except what the devil does one wear when getting up in the morning.
It’s the infuriating mix of couple of days of freezing winds or rain, cold , rain and unexpected warm sunny days. Maybe a few of the afore mentioned in a day. You would think after all these years this old lady would be reconciled by now. I am not, it gets more a little worse every year. Every year when joints get a bit stiffer, heart finds everything a little more of a problem.
This endless wrapping and wrapping of oneself as the day fluctuates becomes tedious tedious tedious. . .
However I am only one step away from being a hermit so the weather is a perfect excuse not to go out which always makes a happy bunny:)
It has been a good week for smiles. Starting with getting back to monthly quiz, catching up on old news and not doing too badly, despite not having exercised brain for a few months - a respectable third.
1)It was from this venue I am reporting number one smile. After the quiz I was looking at their sale goods and found the most beautiful glass perfume bottle - the shape and colour of the glass just begged to be picked up and admired.
I didn’t need it,
I desired it,
I smiled as I was tempted
I bought it.
2) a couple of days later on twitter, (I do like Twitter) I had a conversation with a friend about essential oils and a recipe that was good for skin and scars. Twenty+ years ago I had begun learning aromatherapy (family circumstances cut short the budding career and I turned my back on it) However I investigated and ordered the requisite oils and as the first arrived I could smell the geranium before I had even open the packet.
I had forgotten how much I loved the smell of geranium essential oil and stood transfixed, stupid smile on face as I held the packet to nose and inhaled deeply.
3) Two nights ago I picked up a Dorothy Sayers book which I had not read for 40 years settled back to digest it that night (I had left it till the last moment for our reading group read!) Such a delight to welcome an old friend. It didn’t mater I knew 'who dun it' - didn’t spoil my treat at all. She is not to everyone's taste as I discovered next day at the reading group but I fell for her and stayed faithful to the memory all these years. As I finished it three hours later, stretched out I smiled at the sheer pleasure she had again given me. I will have to re-read them all, neglect friends too long and they may fade.