Today we went to Collioure, which is reputed as the most picturesque village in these parts. We lunched off some very tasty tapas, then wandered around the Napoleonic fort and went to the beach for a little bit. We returned with a few of the local specialities (anchovies, notably, and Banyuls vinegar). Later on husband en rouge is cooking some of the local fish.
I had a lovely and very long lunch with A (my boss's wife and one of my longest-standing friends), for part of which we were joined by her sister-in-law, and it was Most Couth.
It's been another lovely day, and allegedly is going up to 19° in the next couple of days! 😎
Have done the square root of diddly-squat since I came home, but now have to pootle over the road for a Vestry meeting. How many more years do I have to do this? 🙄
Apropos nothing at all, can anyone recommend a book on chess for a ten year old, bright but a little lazy. We want to drag a grandson back from electronic games.
Youngest grandson (5) loves reading and his school have started an after school book club. The children read the same book then do activities related to it. What an excellent idea!
In other news, I started a new Pilates class this afternoon which has exercised me well . I’ve been doing online classes through and since the pandemic so it was good to be there in person.
Maybe head to the library and see what they have in the way of chess books @sionisais.
Having thought I was on the mend, this morning I felt a bit rubbish again and didn't do much for most of the day, though I did manage a council meeting this evening.
Out town has the Knife Angel in the Market Place for a few weeks. It was amazing to look out of the window before the meeting and see how everyone was really engaging with the statue. It is a really powerful testament to the futility of knife crime.
Delighted to hear of Captain P's exemplary behaviour and his love of reading. Am I the only person who regards him as a sort of adopted Ship's Nephew? It sounds as though the rouge family are having a great time.
I hope you feel better soon @Sarasa , it's horrible when these things drag on - almost worse than feeling terrible for a few days and then getting consistently better.
Here in the Wilds of Wiltshire the sun is bright but the wind is bitter. I am off shortly to the weekly coffee morning at the village hall. After that we plan a trip to a furniture emporium in Nearby Town to see if we can move forward on some things we keep talking about getting but haven't done anything yet because we can't decide. I am also planning a Large Spend at the local garden centre but that won't be until next week.
Yesterday we made some progress with the sorting after I made a bit of a fuss about the log jams of boxes in various places. Mr Nen also earned a good number of brownie points with a neighbour by fixing her leaky sink (which involved a dash to ScrewFix for the necessary part).
So glad you seem to be settling in so well to your new house @nenya. I too need to visit a well known furniture store to investigate storage for my study. I'm fed up of things rolling around in drawers and want everything to be better organised.
I feel a bit better today, which is just as well as we're off for a few days with friends this afternoon. We stay in a very old farmhouse with paper thin walls. My husband was threatening not to take me when I was coughing so much yesterday. I'll probably not be around till Sunday, but I'll catch up with everyone's news then.
I was just getting grips with paperwork when my daughter turned up to do an hour’s seeding whilst we chatted. Struggling to get my brain back in gear now.
I have a rare free day, and another one tomorrow, now that I have rearranged my hygienist appointment, because of a very sore mouth. With a concert to sing in on Saturday it needs to recover, not be made even more uncomfortable.
Yet another glorious day here; socks have been abandoned and sandals applied. After a suitably lazy morning I ambled along to the Cancer Research shop with a few bits and pieces that I'd bought online but didn't fit, and couldn't be bothered faffing about sending back.
They had a set of rather nice, quite substantial wine glasses, and despite needing them like a hole in the head*, I bought them.
Cold meat and salads for supper again.
* I suppose one can never have too many wine glasses, but still ...
S, lovely lady from local salon, who's been cutting my hair for yonks, kindly paid a home visit to shear Mr F who was beginning to resemble Wild Man of the Woods.
Particularly kind, as I will not be putting business her way for the next few months.
Mr Nen looked like that for a while after the house move as we couldn't find the clippers; it got to the point where we met someone we know whose first comment to him was, "Your hair looks like it belongs to someone who's just moved house." The situation is now remedied and he looks much tidier.
Some years ago I finally managed to train him not to rely on me for haircuts and to go to a barber instead - they do a much better job and there's no mess to clear up. Then Covid happened and we had no choice and since then he has not even responded to my "Barbers do a much better job" hints. I am convenient and cheap. So to speak.
Cloudless blue skies over the Wilds of Wiltshire, Wash Ing on the line and WINE in the fridge for later.
Mr W tried to go back to the barbers (actually the unisex hairdresser we both went to before Covid), but found the whole appointment/booking app/parking thing much less convenient than just getting me to do it. He’s been doing my hair since Covid and it is better than most hairdressers, who tend to give me a little-old-lady cut or an odd bouffant blow-dried job. I will have to bite the bullet if I want to change the style, I think, but maybe Mr W would be able to carry on from there!
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Awesome! Of course, I blame the parents.
The Sun-Shine is welcome, though.
MEAT PUD n'ROAST SPUDS for tea.
It's been another lovely day, and allegedly is going up to 19° in the next couple of days! 😎
Have done the square root of diddly-squat since I came home, but now have to pootle over the road for a Vestry meeting. How many more years do I have to do this? 🙄
In other news, I started a new Pilates class this afternoon which has exercised me well . I’ve been doing online classes through and since the pandemic so it was good to be there in person.
Having thought I was on the mend, this morning I felt a bit rubbish again and didn't do much for most of the day, though I did manage a council meeting this evening.
Out town has the Knife Angel in the Market Place for a few weeks. It was amazing to look out of the window before the meeting and see how everyone was really engaging with the statue. It is a really powerful testament to the futility of knife crime.
Hope you feel stronger soon: it sounds like you’re ready and willing.
I hope you feel better soon @Sarasa , it's horrible when these things drag on - almost worse than feeling terrible for a few days and then getting consistently better.
Here in the Wilds of Wiltshire the sun is bright but the wind is bitter. I am off shortly to the weekly coffee morning at the village hall. After that we plan a trip to a furniture emporium in Nearby Town to see if we can move forward on some things we keep talking about getting but haven't done anything yet because we can't decide. I am also planning a Large Spend at the local garden centre but that won't be until next week.
Yesterday we made some progress with the sorting after I made a bit of a fuss about the log jams of boxes in various places. Mr Nen also earned a good number of brownie points with a neighbour by fixing her leaky sink (which involved a dash to ScrewFix for the necessary part).
I feel a bit better today, which is just as well as we're off for a few days with friends this afternoon. We stay in a very old farmhouse with paper thin walls. My husband was threatening not to take me when I was coughing so much yesterday. I'll probably not be around till Sunday, but I'll catch up with everyone's news then.
Wash Ing (in the form of Trowsers) is about to be put out.
(*H P Lovecraft's version of the Gobi Desert)
I have a rare free day, and another one tomorrow, now that I have rearranged my hygienist appointment, because of a very sore mouth. With a concert to sing in on Saturday it needs to recover, not be made even more uncomfortable.
They had a set of rather nice, quite substantial wine glasses, and despite needing them like a hole in the head*, I bought them.
Cold meat and salads for supper again.
* I suppose one can never have too many wine glasses, but still ...
Particularly kind, as I will not be putting business her way for the next few months.
Some years ago I finally managed to train him not to rely on me for haircuts and to go to a barber instead - they do a much better job and there's no mess to clear up. Then Covid happened and we had no choice and since then he has not even responded to my "Barbers do a much better job" hints. I am convenient and cheap. So to speak.
Cloudless blue skies over the Wilds of Wiltshire, Wash Ing on the line and WINE in the fridge for later.
Gentle hugs to you and Mr F, @Firenze .