6 December 2019
Rick watched me with a canine look of disbelief as I galloped around the garden room, first one way and then the other. I think he would have liked to join me but he was peering through the glass doors from the other room. “No Rick, this is not a game,” I told him, “I really need to master the steps to the Grundy Gallop.”
Yes, I have finally succumbed to the cajoling of my neighbours and joined the Line Dancing club at the village hall.
I have been twice so far and I think a headless chicken with two left feet would be a fair description of me trying to dance. I think my feet are dyslexic when it comes to picking up step sequences.
“This is an easy one for you Sue, one foot forward and two steps back.” Nothing is easy for me. My feet interpreted that as two steps forward and one step back.
There are some good demo dances on YouTube but the best ones seem to be from Germany. Unfortunately I don’t understand German so my dancing has not improved but I have learnt to count to ten. Eins, Zwei, Drei …
3 December 2019
I am a great fan of Escape to the Chateau and love watching the creative and eccentric antics of Dick Strawbridge and his wife Angel at their chateau in France. It seems that Dick can’t resist his winsome wife and Angel just has to smile and giggle and he will do the impossible for her. It probably helps that he is a skilled engineer.
I am very fortunate that I have my own Dick in the form of my husband. Paul doesn’t have any engineering credentials but he will have a go at most things. He doesn’t always agree with my design ideas and my smiles and giggles have no effect but he eventually he gives in.
I’ve just had new curtains made for the large bay window in my bedroom and I wanted a matching upholstered pelmet to give it a sort of boutique hotel look.
“It has to go right to the ceiling.”
“Don’t be ridiculous, that’s far too big.”
“No, that is part of the design.”
“It will be too heavy, I won’t be able to fix it.”
“You can do anything,” (flattery works well)
“It’s too big.”
Paul spent a few hours in his garage and built me a pelmet. It was very big, over three metres long. With the help of a staple gun we covered it with wadding and fabric. I am delighted with the result. Who needs a Dick when you can have a Paul!
28 November 2019
My boys gave me an enthusiastic welcome when I got home today. Rick gave me furry hugs and kisses, Paul made me a cup of tea. I had been out for the day with two friends from the village, a trip to Doddington Hall just south of Lincoln.
Doddington Hall is an Elizabethan mansion, a privately owned and family managed enterprise. Rain prevented us from exploring the walled gardens but the house was a delight, slightly theatrical but warm and inviting. Beautiful paintings, furniture and tapestries but not too much in the way of historical artifacts. There was a solitary glass cabinet containing a cavalier’s boots and costume dating back to the Battle of Gainsborough in the sixteenth century. This felt more like a home (albeit a very posh one) and less like a museum.
Then through a narrow corridor hung with old coats. The temperature suddenly dropped and we entered into a room full of snow covered Christmas trees - we had arrived in Narnia. It was an unexpected and charming scene. For a moment we forgot we were mature women of a certain age and took it in turns to dress up as the White Witch of Narnia.
|friend Jackie dressing up as the White Witch|
23 November 2019
We got an unexpected visitor yesterday. Kat arrived for the weekend, her last visit before she goes off to Cyprus for three months. She brought some stuff for us to look after while she’s away – three pot plants and a stuffed polecat.
Kat acquired Jeremiah some time ago, an easy pet to keep because he doesn’t need feeding. The other guys in her RAF accommodation block tend to keep guinea pigs and hamsters; Kat likes to be different. I think he looks rather eye catching in my hallway although Rick is a bit wary and gives him a wide berth.
Meanwhile my other daughter in Sydney is fighting a nasty chest infection, probably exacerbated by the current smoky atmosphere in the city. I think her doctor definitely has the right idea though.
13 November 2019
Lincolnshire is wet. Days of heavy rainfall have flooded the county and fields are under water. Valves have been opened to send the water out onto the flood plain to protect Lincoln; the city is protected but it's not good news for farmers or anyone living on the lower ground. We are safe in our village but I have bought Rick a red raincoat to keep him dry during the wet weather.
|red raincoat complete with fluorescent strips|
Meanwhile, on the other side of the world, Sydney is surrounded by bushfires. My daughter Sarah emigrated to Australia eleven years ago. She lives and works in the city centre so is relatively safe from the bushfires but is still having to cope with extreme heat and a smokey, ash laden atmosphere. It is heartbreaking for those who have lost their homes and the wildlife who will perish in the fires. I wish I could send her some of our rain.
8 November 2019
It rained here all day yesterday and quite a few roads are flooded locally. The village beck is running very high; I’m sure the residents living in nearby cottages are feeling a bit nervous right now. But this morning the sun is shining and I’m just watching the last remaining leaves drift down from the poplar trees. Falling autumn leaves are such a tangible sign of time moving on.
|the handrails of the ford are almost covered|
The hallway has also had a bit of a makeover. It’s a fairly cheap reproduction but I love the colours from Klimt’s portrait of Adele.
I’m taking a break from art classes and I have packed away my brushes for the time being. I shall dabble again in the future.