Friday, 19 November 2021
Thursday, 11 November 2021
The grey and gloomy weather has returned once again. Not so much pouring with rain but the damp drizzly kind that turns my already unruly hair into something that almost needs it's own postal address. I have an ongoing battle of wills with my curls, one which I don't expect I will ever win, and most definitely not at the first sign of any rain. I can only ever dream of hair that sits beautifully and requires minimal effort to style each morning. I suppose if nothing else, it does at least help me to appreciate the colder days when I can just keep most of it under control beneath a woolly hat.
And it was cold here on Bonfire Night. I had a lovely evening. All the girls were here and after 'feasting' on some pizza we headed out into the garden, where we made a fire in the chiminea. The slightly worse-for-wear pumpkins were lit, marshmallows got toasted and we made the most of watching fireworks being set off nearby. We also enjoyed some warming Winter Spice cordial, which might just have contained a rather generous glug of red wine. Oh, and there were some sparklers as well! Thanks to the very generous lady in front of me at the supermarket, who insisted we share the very last four packets between us. I was very touched. People can be so kind.
Monday, 1 November 2021
Last night we welcomed some delightfully scary looking characters at our door for Hallowe'en, and you know it really did feel so good after the quiet of last year. During the evening many chocolates and sweets were given and received. I always end up buying far too many but they never seem to last long in this house.
Wednesday, 27 October 2021
I would like to thank everyone who left such kind and thoughtful messages on my previous post, and also to those who contacted me directly. It means so very much to me to know there are virtual arms wrapped around me just now, and your words are held most dear.
It's a difficult time and although outwardly I appear to be continuing as usual, I am finding it a monumental effort to complete even the most simple of tasks. In fact, without the routine of my working week, it has become increasingly difficult for me to find the motivation to attempt very much at all. This is fine, however, and all part of the process, no doubt. It's just taking a bit of getting used to, going completely against my usual 'get on with it' attitude. I'm learning to go with the flow and prioritise the basics, such as cooking, cleaning and doing the laundry but, importantly and most unlike me, I am resting whenever I feel the need.
With the weather having been gloomy and miserable of late, it was with great relief we were able to seize the opportunity for a walk on Monday morning. That I could manage - literally putting one foot in front of the other. I can think of no better way to clear my head and switch off for a while. Gentle exercise and fresh air are the best forms of therapy, in my opinion, and I did feel so much better for it. Returning home feeling tired but relaxed, and my heavy heart just that little bit lighter.