Today. A house that has whispered thank-you for she could not bear to wear her gaudy, festive glad-rags for a moment longer. A bill finally paid off after what seems like years. Before it was due! A woman doing a happy dance all by herself. Hoping that gratitude tickles the cheeks of all those other women who have supported her in her work and made this day finally possible.
Laundry divided into three piles on the landing. Beds un-made. A Buddha wearing a bird-cage and holding an offering of teeny diamond studs and a ring that will not fit my finger. A quiche in the oven that can only be described as a culinary ode to left-overs…
A bald car tyre to be replaced. The soundtrack to Quartet on my iPhone as I go about my work. The memory of the film still large in my head. Dear Darling Cissie. A cream cardigan lounging in Italian Laundry liquid in the sink. The light, un-promising flutter of mail on to the mat.
Three empty drawers waiting to be filled with whatever 2013 brings. A stack of new
Fine weather. A cat breaking my heart with his regular forays next door. Milk in a violet sprinkled bowl to tempt him back home. Decking too slippy to walk on. A weekend in the Lake District on the horizon. A general anesthetic for a brave little boy looming this week. A toffee cake on my Bake-Me-Next list.
A thank-you letter to write. A
This was just lovely to read, Alison. What a way you have…
I love how you can turn the ordinary into something so romantic and delicious!xoxo