|Rustic heart on our front door|
|Our back yard; the pots are starting to look really pretty.|
|Current WIP. These are hexies that I printed ever so slightly too small, by accident. Not sure what they will become.|
|Pretty Tilda fabric.|
|Lizzie photobombing. Again.|
Man, I *love* going off for a swim when it's hot outside. I have started to meet an old friend at the pool on a Friday evening and I'm really enjoying our dates. We meet straight after work and swim half a mile alongside each other then have a good gossip in the spa before we each head home. K is getting married in September and it is so nice to hear her wedding news. I didn't enjoy planning my wedding at all and wish, now, that we'd gone for a smaller affair. Don't get me wrong, my wedding day was the happiest day of my life, but I did not enjoy being the centre of attention. I've changed since we got married. I care less about what I ought to do and more about what I want to do. I think if we got married again I'd hold a bunch of wildflowers in the local church with just my close family and friends. I'd wear a pale pink dress and we'd all spend the rest of the day squashed into in the garden at home with lots of fairy lights and amazing food. Anyhoo.
I am keeping a low profile socially. I'm lucky to have a lot of really lovely friends but I went through a phase of over-booking my social diary then cancelling and letting people down, which would ultimately make them (and me) feel bad. So I've scrubbed the diary clear and I'm letting things happen spontaneously where possible, which makes me feel much more calm and, oddly, in control.
My book stash is severely depleted; I am tearing through it. Really enjoyed Tracey Chevalier 'The Last Runaway' and followed it up with 'Falling Angels' which I also liked. I've then read the latest Peter James' 'Want You Dead' (another excellent read) and have this afternoon finished Mo Hayder's 'Wolf' (which is a decent read but a bit slow and not as scary as I'd hoped).
J has been with us this weekend. I fetched him on Friday afternoon and we spent a lovely hour or so on the swing seat in the shade, catching up. His school prom was a couple of weeks ago and he showed me the photos of him and his friends. He seems to have a really cool group of friends; fun and cheeky but with enough nouse to work hard at school and get good grades.
We went into London last night to have dinner and see Derren Brown live. It was stifling in the theatre but it was such a good show. Made a change to do something different and it was really nice wandering through the busy streets of London on a hot summer night, sipping cold drinks and discussing the show.
But I've kept my best news 'til last. My sister gave birth to a gorgeous baby girl last night. She went into hospital at 6:30pm and the baby had been born by 9:30pm. She did it all with just gas and air, lost a lot of blood and I understand it was *quite* painful, but they came home this afternoon and all is well. I am going to see them after work tomorrow. I cannot wait. I adore my niece and to be given another… well, I couldn't have had better news this weekend. Happy days!
Have a good week, lovely people.
Let's finish with a little grumble, since I'm constantly hot and therefore a little bit ratty:
- My make-up is flatly refusing to stay put in this weather. My eyebrows melt off my face within an hour and hayfever gives me leaky eyes, ruining my eyeliner. I look, frankly, rank.
- Every day is a bad hair day. My locks are well overdue a cut and colour so I am spending the summer resembling an aging rock star with long, greasy, dark roots and dry ends.
- I am still smarting from my doctor telling me that he will no longer prescribe the contraceptive pill for me after Christmas. Feels like it is only a matter of time before he suggests a hip replacement and heart pills. I am NOT old dammit!