Just dropping in with my happy post for this past week. I've already done some pottering in the garden, and I'm off out later with my chum Liz. I imagine we will put the world to rights, and have a cheeky gossip. Very much looking forward to it.
I've been feeling a little harrumph these past couple of days. Olly hasn't been sleeping well, so I'm tired and tetchy. I also feel, well, old this week. I don't know why. Forty three is hardly ancient, but I feel lacking in energy and enthusiasm. I am having a periphery worry about how I shall keep up with Olly when I am fifty and he is ten. I do that. Worry about the future and my place in it. What lies out there. Do you?
Four simple happy things from my week. As always, joining in with Jen.
I have given away several courgette plants, and kept several for myself. Yellow, green and sunshine varieties. They have all thrived this year. I love the courgette flower (which you can eat, although I never have). It's a beautiful orange colour, which brightens up the veggie patch no end. I have some small yellow courgettes starting to swell too, and look forward to picking them soon.
Poppy Treffry is a Newlyn based textile designer, who uses freehand machine embroidery. I love this style, as it looks very happy and in the moment to me. I have bought her latest book, with the intention of trying to learn some techniques myself. However, she gives day courses, and I am tempted to book myself on one.
I have bought these three tea towels, because there was bogof offer on in her shop in St Ives. I am thinking of getting them framed. They are too nice to dry my dishes with. They are happy nostalgic motifs. I also liked looking at them blowing in the breeze on the line this morning!
I am very happy that these have arrived for Alfie and Olly this week, otherwise we wouldn't be going on holiday next Friday. As is my want, I left the application to the last minute.com. But thanks to the lovely lady at the local post office, they were checked and expedited. So France here we come!
I love, love, love Wimbledon! My cousin and his wife have secured centre court tickets this year. I am very jealous, but have decided to try and get some for next year. I've always wanted to go. I imagine that it would be a great atmosphere, and a weekend jolly in London always appeals.
Right I need to scrub the dirt from under my nail, pull a brush through my hair and sashay out the door. Diet coke or spritzer with lunch? New balls please!