Garden Party (Not)
It’s been a bit of a frustrating week, for lots of little, not-particularly-important reasons.
Not being able to use the internet. Having to wear my winter coat in June. Coming back from dog walks with numb hands and a frozen nose, and knowing I should really have worn a hat and gloves in addition to the coat. In June. Not being able to sleep for the sound of the wind howling around the house. A comment on my Facebook page that upset me more than it really should have. Getting soaked to the skin twice while walking the dog. The bathroom light not working for three days (Long story, don’t ask…). Having to have the heating on IN JUNE. That kind of thing.
Like I say, these are all just little things: silly little things that shouldn’t really bother me, but which somehow all managed to add up to a mildly frustrating week. But there was some good stuff, too, so let’s think about that instead of dwelling on all the negatives, shall we?
There was a visit with our friends, who’ve just had a new baby. There were cuddles with the gorgeous new baby, and fun with their adorable two year old, who never fails to make me laugh. There was dinner with my in-laws, who are off to Cyprus this week, the lucky sods. There was dinner with my parents, who also never fail to make me laugh. There was Game of Thrones. There was Pretty Little Liars (although there almost wasn’t, because for some reason the latest episode disappeared from our Netflix for 24 hours…) There were more cuddles, with another cute baby, belong to other friends. There was these sandals from Dorothy Perkins:
I bought these for my holiday, and they’re the first pair of flat sandals I’ve owned since I was a little girl… mostly because flat sandals are the kind of shoes I associate with being a little girl. I still have painful memories of hobbling round Miami when all of the so-called “comfortable” shoes I’d brought with me turned into instruments of torture when my feet swelled up from the heat (nice visual there for you): I’d have done just about anything for a pair of flat sandals on that holiday (including actually wearing flat sandals, even although they make me feel about 5), so this time I’m going prepared. (Don’t worry, I’ll be taking other shoes too, just in case these become similarly and mysteriously painful: this isn’t my first rodeo…)
(Quick sizing note, for anyone who cares: I had to go down a size with these, but I’m quite often one size smaller in flats than I am in heels, so that could just be my feet…)
There was this red telephone box:
It’s a solar-powered light for the garden. I call it the ‘Gnome Phone’. I like to think the gnomes use it to phone gnome – I mean home – when we’re not looking.
Speaking of things that happen when you’re not looking, a couple of weeks ago we came home one day to find a giant green apple in our garden:
It’s ALSO a solar-powered light (Ikea, naturally…), and my parents were quick to ‘fess up : apparently they’ve graduated from gnomes to apples. We liked it so much we ordered two of the matching pairs, in a smaller size, suitable for the living room:
Nice pair, huh? Boom boom.
Speaking of fruit, there was also this glass apple, which my mum found in a charity shop, and knew I’d love:
I DO love it, and I particularly love thinking that someone else once loved it too, and that they’d be pleased to know it’s now safe in my keeping: or as safe as ANYTHING ever is in my keeping, anyway. When I was little, I once smashed up a glass cabinet, plus everything on it, so I don’t really have the greatest track record with glass. Kinda wishing I hadn’t opened up that can of worms, actually – I’m not sure my parents ever really got over the shock of it. Anyway!
Last, but not least, there was this ice cream, made by Terry:
“You’re going to Instagram that, aren’t you?” he said as he handed it to me. He was wrong, though: I didn’t Instagram it: I posted it on my blog instead. SO THERE.