Wednesday Morning.

By Alison January 24, 2007 2 Comments 2 Min Read


Did you ever have the feeling that your life was on hold? I know this sense of "waiting" goes entirely against the whole philosophy of living in the moment, but some days feel like an endurance test don’t they?

It is 9.30. We have been up for three and a half hours and all that needed to be done is done. There is soup bubbling on the hob (Judy’s Pea Soup: one pack of frozen petis pois, one onion chopped, stock, glug of milk, sprinkling of fresh mint and seasoning to taste. Boil, simmer and blend and voila, bright green happy soup!!), flapjacks cooling on a tray, and a  sun dried tomato loaf  rising under a damp teatowel.  All is well. In a this will do kind of way.

Later I will deliver Finley to school, have those kind of "Mummy to Mummy" conversations that drive me slightly mental at the gate, come back and clean the fridge, sort out meals for the next seven days,  and then, (don’t tell anyone  will you?) have a little nap  on the sofa, snuggly wrapped in my grey pearly blanket with the heating on high…

My gorgeous chamelia bush has burst into life overnight. Daffodils are poking their heads through the soil and a winter pansy has sprung up in the drain above my porch: which just goes to prove that the sheer will of nature to bring beauty to my door is stronger than my own will to see it.

Let’s face it, some days do have to be endured, especially this one: January 24th, which is apparently, officially considered to be the most miserable day of the year- but in the end even I know that this sense of waiting for it (whatever "it" may be) to pass, is all in my mind and only a willingness to see how scrumptious life really is, right here, right now, will see us through…

Have a lovely Wednesday morning Housekeepers.


  1. Gena says:

    I would love the recipe for the sun dried tomato loaf! sounds divine!

  2. Amber says:

    YES! I have felt that way. And probably will again. It is as you say, probably one of those days you have to just suck up and get through. They come and go for me. I'm right there with ya, babe.
    And I'm jealous of your daffodil. We are covered in ice here.

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