I don't work Mondays but I logged in anyway out of curiosity and answered a few emails before I could help myself.
The day was productive. I finally did something I've been fantasizing about for years: I plaited several of the newly severed willow branches into eight foot 'trees' and set them in water to root. If they do take root, I will plant them to replace the fence that is disintegrating because of my bored son's daily battering with a football.
Son (22) went on a de-cluttering rampage. He cleared out the entire contents of the airing cupboard and won't tell me where he put all the stuff. Then he made me do my room. Who knew he could be SO bossy? I'm embarrassed to realise how much clothes I have and don't wear. But I can't bring myself to get rid of anything. It's the way I was reared - 'waste not, want not.' Jane Fonda recently announced she was not going to buy anymore clothes to support of the environment. I'll do the same. Besides with all the eating/snacking/Taytos /Bulmers... I daren't throw anything out: I’m getting fatter.
I've re-organised my wardrobe to bring all the summer stuff to the front - I'm an optimist - and banished my work clothes to the rear - for now - who knows when I'll wear those tights again?
My husband is delighted: he's found tops he forgotten he had. Today he is working from home and is wearing his fat man pants.
Then son (20) made a cake. We're all hooked on the The Great British Bake Off. He's lactose intolerant and can't eat most desserts but loves chocolate. He found a vegan recipe on-line and after he got me to show him how the beater works and what a sandwich tin looks like he locked me out of the kitchen. Last night, as we watched the movie, The Big Chill, my son-the-baker formerly referred to as the fence-smasher served us tea and a slab of his divinely moist cake.
Today my 'office' is like an Irish wake as my kitchen is filled with scented candles and all the flowers from mother's day.
I'm nearly at the end of Grace & Frankie. It's time to watch Derry Girls from the beginning again.
The weather is still holding up. Another great day for drying but I'm all out of laundry and with all my new found clothes, it's a while before I'll be needing anything.
The day was productive. I finally did something I've been fantasizing about for years: I plaited several of the newly severed willow branches into eight foot 'trees' and set them in water to root. If they do take root, I will plant them to replace the fence that is disintegrating because of my bored son's daily battering with a football.
Son (22) went on a de-cluttering rampage. He cleared out the entire contents of the airing cupboard and won't tell me where he put all the stuff. Then he made me do my room. Who knew he could be SO bossy? I'm embarrassed to realise how much clothes I have and don't wear. But I can't bring myself to get rid of anything. It's the way I was reared - 'waste not, want not.' Jane Fonda recently announced she was not going to buy anymore clothes to support of the environment. I'll do the same. Besides with all the eating/snacking/Taytos /Bulmers... I daren't throw anything out: I’m getting fatter.
I've re-organised my wardrobe to bring all the summer stuff to the front - I'm an optimist - and banished my work clothes to the rear - for now - who knows when I'll wear those tights again?
My husband is delighted: he's found tops he forgotten he had. Today he is working from home and is wearing his fat man pants.
Then son (20) made a cake. We're all hooked on the The Great British Bake Off. He's lactose intolerant and can't eat most desserts but loves chocolate. He found a vegan recipe on-line and after he got me to show him how the beater works and what a sandwich tin looks like he locked me out of the kitchen. Last night, as we watched the movie, The Big Chill, my son-the-baker formerly referred to as the fence-smasher served us tea and a slab of his divinely moist cake.
Today my 'office' is like an Irish wake as my kitchen is filled with scented candles and all the flowers from mother's day.
I'm nearly at the end of Grace & Frankie. It's time to watch Derry Girls from the beginning again.
The weather is still holding up. Another great day for drying but I'm all out of laundry and with all my new found clothes, it's a while before I'll be needing anything.
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