When I was little, Parties had already begun to change. Girls had party dresses, but I'm not sure the boys wore ties.
We did play all the party games; oranges and lemons, blind man's buff, and hunt the thimble;
It took me a surprisingly long time to spot the thimble in the picture.
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So what's this bit of nostalgia all about? Well, it's becoming a bit of a habit; BB unpacks the grocery delivery, comes back into the sitting room and then suddenly stops an announces 'I've lost my wedding ring again'.
After an anxious half hour we found it in the vegetable drawer in the fridge. His ring seems to have developed a bit of an affinity for potatoes.
Today everything I read at the beginning of the day was encouraging me to stop procrastinating and get going on my task list;
'One step at a time'
'Getting it done was a lot easier than not doing it at all'
and so on.
So I powered up my laptop and submitted reprar prescription requests, fired off email left right and centre, printed off and filed documents as well as saving them from email attachments to folders in my computer, making phone calls, leaving messages, placing the grocery order (oh, did I order yeast? I'd better check).
A friend came round unexpectedly; I nade tea, and she carried the tray while I got an oxygen cylinder and we went and sat in the sun under the apple blossom and caught up on all our news...
It felt MAGNIFICENT!!!
After lunch I thought I'd walk round, yes, walk! to the corner shop post office to extract some money and post a letter...
But I fizzled out, did some knitting, read some of my book...
This piano piece exactly matches the day! You can hear it fizzle out at the end.
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Poulenc trois movements perpetuals, no 1, played by Alexandre Tharaud
The day began with an unscheduled magical mystery tour along lanes I'm sure we've never travelled before. The main road was closed, and the back lanes were quite a challenge. I think, I hope they are dealing with the state of the road surface which has been steadily going from inconvenient to bad to worse to properly dangerous over the winter.
Meanwhile I enjoyed visas of bluebells glowing under the greening woodland canopy, while BB dealt with steering the car between narrow hedges and potholes.
The purpose of our expedition? It's covid vaccination time. Done and dusted this morning, that's it for another six months. So far, so good; I'm fine, BB has a bit of a sore arm.
Today Me was grateful to Last Month's Me for poaching several chicken breasts, slicing and freezing them in portions. It meant producing stir-fry chicken in satay sauce for lunch took very little time.
Today Me had more cause for gratitude as supper was tomato and vegetable soup with some fried pancetta, and toast. I add a bit of cold meat, or some pasta or rice, or any leftovers, to vary these batch cooked soups.
Now, of course, I'll need to replenish the freezer for Future Me.
How about another flashmob? I love Carl Orff's Carmina Burana. And I love looking at the expressions on people's faces
I've worked out it's the Vienna Opera Company, and I think it's the main train station;
SolistInnen, Chor, Orchester der Volksoper Wien boten im April Fahrgästen und Passanten eine besondere Performance. Die KünstlerInnen lösten sich aus der Menschenmenge - eine "Passantin" begann, weitere "PassantInnen" - sowie als ÖBB-MitarbeiterInnen verkleidete KünstlerInnen - setzten nach und nach ein.:
Aren't these gorgeous! My April flowerbe box arrived today.
The cup and saucer have sentimental value for me. I remember my parents buying boxes and boxes (so it seemed) of this pattern; plates, bowls, cups and saucers, in a market on holiday in the Netherlands when I was about ten years old. It's a good thing our car had a decent sized boot. (Might have been the Triumph Herald Estate).
These dishes were to bulk up what was left of a set with a very similar pattern. That set came from. Cornwall, and I know it was bought in around 1930 by my grandmother. I've got the half dozen bits from it, and still use one of the last breakfast cups and saucers for a proper cup of tea.
Good heavens, I've just worked out they are nearly a hundred years old!
Verdi's drinking song from La Traviata... though I don't think this song is about tea.
Italian opera stars spoof customers at Australian market. This is an effort to tease and bring classical opera out of the symphony hall and to the masses who may not normally see and hear it.
The first two strips of the experimental cardigan almost completely sewn together. Another three to do and I will have finished the back.
and sewing;
the next quilt-as-you-go is underway, and more prosaically the elastic in my pj's trousers has stopped being elastic. Still a bit of sewing to finish stitching up the waist band.
and continuing to binge read through the Dr Nell Ward thriller whodunnits. I'm on to book three; A Mischief of Rats. In about twenty minute's reading time I should have reached the bit where Nell's life is in danger - it's always just after three-quarters through the book!
Now, after a 'sitting down' day I need to do something about my woeful step count 🤔 before bedtime 🌙
