The old (previously repainted) mantlepiece is finally gone; it just never quite worked. Hello white, cast iron beauty.
It is debatable whether or not it already looked perfect just quickly screwed to the wall, but one has to fiddle, - the whole area is now being remodelled, sanded down, and re-painted. Moreover, led lights have now been installed behind a specially-cut wooden insert.
Finally, the tiles are ghastly and will be replaced with the red quarry type shown in the first photograph. Hurray for fiddling with one’s home!
Wake with a start. Thursday morning. Indulgently lie in, financial times, nibbles and a seat with green leather. Scientific analysis? A new city, walking. Wrong presentation. OBE over a cup of hot water tells how it is; arrogance is key if I can be of any further assistance. Beautiful business model, so elegant, in awe. Ex-ray in space? Tasting, good dance, bad waltz. A talking to. Don’t! Someone will help. How slow, high levels, oh, dear. Sickly sandwiches. Slow, so slow; just close… Hop in, drive out. Days blending into one. Hello old catty friend. What fabulous ships! Etchings to take away. EU, illegality, and milk. Cast iron radiators, everywhere. Take one! How about a UK-wide campaign? Or two? Sorted. We are the three marketeers. Driving home. Marvellous change, inspiring nature. Preparing for summer. Sheep cavorting. Will you? For sentimental reasons? Joy. Chosen? At last? Joy. Real estate and capex. F1. Solipsism and nihilism. Do you really think I’m that stupid? Joy. Three in a row, all in the sun. Walking? Giant bulrush. Felt even better than one imagined. Fields, woods. Numbness fades the next morning. Jill Hazelbaker. Data Scientist: The Sexiest Job of the 21st Century.
Everything’s perked up in the last couple of weeks - daffodils are everywhere (quite literally.. I may have to do something about that once they go over…) and some already flowering profusely (the little ones), crocuses have come up through the lawns and doing much the same, a single, shamelessly pink primrose is brightening up a border next to a few violas, snowdrops have been going strong for a little while now.
Never mind all the flowers, the box and roses have really taken off! Can’t wait to see what one of the red ones does, on the wrought iron fence; it really did nothing last year except produce a couple of misshapen blobs (still very pretty), - and now it is covered in fresh, new, red growth.
Today the large holly finally got it. Another go and it will look quite perfect, instead of being dark, odd, and monolithic. It’s a shame it doesn’t produce berries.
Cooking butternut squash soup with last year’s crop.
Frost overnight, bright sunshine in the day - perfect weather for a mid-winter disturbance of the bees. I’d like to think of it as their Christmas - fondant in the stocking.
Managed to miss one bee which got so cold it slept on me all the way home. Took me by surprise as the kitchen suddenly started buzzing! Off home it goes now!
Waxing an old set of scales and masses, and polishing a multitude of other objects received and acquired, is just not enough. Enter three grotty blow torches (one partially de-grottified by now)!
Lining up the kitchen with festive things with my darling.
Dried fruit, mince pies, and lots of wrapping paper!
Eighty percent of success is just showing up.
That wintery feel is finally upon us and the wood burner had finally received its this season’s inaugural airing! There is little to be done in the garden that is of any urgency - most things can wait at least a couple of months, which is just as well.
Time to plan for next year! (and make fruit and wine jelly)
In search of Mr Kipling 0.1.
In search of Mr Kipling.