Yesterday was the blur Sunday so often is. Our church service is long, I like to be reasonably clean and tidy to attend public worship, then afterwards the Badger and I have taken to eating lunch (only on Sundays!) at the supermarket café until our kitchen remerges from its primeval soup. We picked up the groceries the small local shops don’t have – fancy teas like nettle and sweet fennel, nettle and peppermint, nettle by itself; and cat food our aristocats can bear to eat.
Then on to the garden centre to enquire about water-butts (failed quest) and pick up some low-growing herbs to interplant the stones under the arch that prevent a swamp developing at that point in the path.
Briefly home, planted said plants, added more grass seed and covering compost to the ploughed field that will one day be our serene and beautiful lawned conversation space (have I told you about that? The Buckingham Palace lawn?), subsided for an hour or two with a cup of tea and a book, then out to visit dear friends not seen in an age for supper.
I realised that those outings are unusual now for me. I visit my mother, and occasionally another old lady, but I no longer really socialise. I see my immediate family, but I don’t go out much. Our church is very community-minded, but I just go to worship and to the meetings of which I am the secretary, few other events. Two hours is my absolute limit of social intercourse before I begin to feel so exhausted I feel almost frantic. So it’s very rare for me to go out for a meal with friends now. But they are dear to me.
So, that was yesterday and I didn’t post my 365. However, because Blogger thinks the entire world is in the United Staes of America, I think this post will handily bear yesterday’s date (from the English time of day), so maybe I can think of something better worth reading than this tedious resumé of my day to post later on for today’s post (if you see what I meant).
Sewing cottons. When we got our new sewing machine a year or so ago, it came with a freebie of a complete set of sewing cottons in every colour under the rainbow, 5 boxes of ’em! And a set of sewing scissors, several different sizes. So this collection of cottons became redundant and was accordingly Freecycled.
Excitingly, Alice and Hebe have decided to include a Sewing Station in their studio and relocate the stone bench (not a bench made of stone, the bench for stone-cutting). This means there will be a permanent textiles corner with all the threads and the sewing machine and shelves for fabric bits and buttons etc, which will be BRILLIANT and hugely increase the likelihood of things getting done. I’ll take a photo and show you :0)