Archive | January 2013

Signs of new Growth (for some)

Jan26
My snowy house

My snowy house

Brrr! I hope you are managing to stay cosy.  I’m keeping warm with lashings of hot steamy cocoa, even managed to burn my tongue yesterday so there’ll be no French kissing from me for a while. I do wish the boys would take their snowy boots off before they come into the house; they make such a mess – even had to tell Guy off about it yesterday.

The weather has meant that this week’s meeting of the Upper Welford Greenhouse & Garden’s Society was cancelled.  The committee decided it was too hazardous for our elderly members to make their way along the icy pavements on a dark evening plus the boiler in the village hall was playing up.

Winter Aconites

Winter Aconites

It means of course that not only shall I have to wait until another time to hear speaker Mr Gordon Balmer on  Prune Your Exotics but also that I’ll miss my fortnightly dose of gorgeous committee member Simon & the remaining strands of his hair silhouetted in the slide projector.

Conversely, there’s been signs of new growth in my garden as the winter aconites have started to peep through the receding snowline.  Soon will follow the snowdrops & the hope that Spring and all its brightness will soon be with us.

Shirley

Shirley

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At ‘Team Celia’ we are also waiting for our lovely camera & editing expert Shirley, who anytime now is due to give birth.  Lots of hugs & best wishes & I’ll keep you posted on that.  Just below is Shirley & the rest of Team Celia in a short video put together from various clips by Rachel’s daughter Rosie.

New Year – Same Old Me!

Jan8
New Year - Same Old Me!

New Year – Same Old Me!

It’s  always a bit of a low point when you reach this grey, miserable, post Christmas time of year & the reality of just how many Celebrations you ate over Christmas starts to hit home.  Everywhere you turn there’s pressure on you to metamorphose on Jan 1st from your chrysalis into something bright & beautiful: ‘a new you’.  Perhaps I’d just rather accept my limitations.

Still there was a little brightness to the day when, driving through the village after dropping the boys off at school, I saw the delectable Simon on his usual morning stroll from the newsagent.  We gave each other a little wave.  I did wonder about stopping the car, winding the window down & offering him a lift but I didn’t want him to catch me without my barely nude foundation.  And besides, as we were only 50 yards from his home, I didn’t want to appear too keen.

The object of my desire

The object of my desire

'Cleaning the boy's bedroom dispelled my romantic notions'

‘Cleaning the boy’s bedroom dispelled my romantic notions’

What with the excitement of seeing Simon, especially with his bald head fully exposed to the elements, my hot flush had worked to boiling point by the time I arrived home on the drive.  A calming cup of tea & a couple of Jaffa Cakes were in order.  Then cleaning the boys’ bedrooms soon dispelled all romantic notions.  You should have seen what I found under James’ bed especially after his girlfriend came to stay over New Year (supposedly sleeping in another bedroom!)

The house seems so empty with the boys back to school; they’ve both got important exams this year; Julian has GCSEs & James has ‘A’ levels.   James has just got an offer from Cambridge. It all means extra pressure for me of course  – on top of everything else.  It’s a good job I’ve got Guy, my ever dependable & reliable husband.  What would I do without him?