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Friday, 10 June 2011
We were spoiled for too long...
We were too spoiled for much too long. We ran around last week shouting "We're hotter than Ibiza, we're hotter than Ibiza." And indeed, we were. It made the local news on the hour every hour. We were warm, no, strike that...we were much too boiling hot for a village on the North East coast. Windows were perpetually thrown open and at dusk every night i ran outside to try to water the plants. Too many of them took a bit more sun than was good for them and my poor sweet pea's have dwindled down to about a pot and a half worth now. I still hope that they can come up through my roses later in the summer.
Last week was a reading week, just reading in the garden, and the occasional nap. "We're not made for this weather," we would tell our neighbours. I knew too well that we all got a little bit more friendly when it snowed outside, but i never have gotten the oppertunity to find out we were more open to peeping over garden fences in the Summer heat to chat too.
We had it good for too long, it started to get too 'close', even spending the day down on the beach didn't help. There was no 'air', no breeze or freshness. My head hurt non-stop for a whole week, we all felt the pressure building above our heads....then...BANG!
A giant thunder and lightning storm. It lasted all night and the rain poured down. Giant drops, not spring or summer showers. Wild, crazy, howling, thrashing wind and storms.
Dasiy dog barked twice and went back to sleep. I sat in the porch for a while watching it all, but quite frankly it got a bit dark after a while and the storm calmed and i headed off to bed.
In the morning my head didn't hurt and it was cool outside. The next couple of days The Storm was all we spoke about...very British, its all about the weather! "Did you hear the storm?", "Were you kept awake by the storm?", "Cleared the air, that storm did, didn't it?"
We will never be happy, unless we're just happiest talking about the big news in the village, which apparently is just the weather.
Have a great weekend, The Husband is home and i couldn't be happier!
Homemaking, put quite simply is a form of art...I dont mean this in a self righteous way at all. I only mean that we should really aim to take care of our homely enviroment and not look down upon those who wish to do it.
I feel-or maybe i should say, I certainly have witnessed- occasions where women are too quick to turn on each other and put down the choices some make which too closely resemble choices our Grandmothers made, or paths they had no option but to follow.
I welcome anyone who takes the time to read my rambley, witless, chatter, but most importantly I welcome anyone who feels the same! We should be proud we can make our own decisions, and mine is to follow all happhazard forays into the world of homemaking and crafting.
The Husband and I have just found out we will be moving to Singapore in November 2013. 'TH's work will take us there for 2 years-hopefully we will save up for a house, have lots of adventures, visit lots of new places and maybe just have a little one. Right now we live in a little house in the middle of a field in the North East of Scotland. We moved from a seaside cottage which we moved to from a little flat in the suburbs. Our current house has lots of land and we are surrounded by trees on the edge of the glens. We have a westie who takes up all of our time and is utterly content with it staying that way! I love cooking, baking, gardening, and crafting. This blog is a collection of thoughts, pictures and general chit-chat.
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