This weekend

We recently bought a new house and have been busily doing it up since April. This weekend we were mainly steaming, scraping and scrubbing the walls in the entrance hall. It's a horrible job as there are layers of old lead paint to steam and scrape off.

I managed to escape for a breather in the garden. It is more builder's yard than bucolic idyll, but there were some highlights.

This weekend I was dragging a tree trunk around the garden. Not for pleasure; I was doing a bit of clearing out. I got distracted when I walked into a spider's web. As a result I dropped the tree trunk onto my toe. Making whimpering noises, I went and told my boyfriend (because sympathy noises make pain more bearable). He was up a ladder steaming wallpaper off a wall, but got distracted by the whimpering noises and so got dripped on by the steamer.

Slapstick isn't so funny when you play a starring role...

Love Story

Where do I begin...?

This is a true story of something that happened last week, witnessed by a friend of mine. He went into his local sandwich shop, the appropriately named Mrs Bun and there was a buzz of excitement in the air. A group of young lads were hanging around because one of them was trying to get the phone number of one of the girls working in the shop. She was out the back, so getting the number involved a middle man. Apparently every one in the shop knew what was going on, so that when the phone number was finally produced and delivered, everyone was laughing and smiling. The young lad was pleased as punch and was saying to his mates as he left the shop, 'went in for a sandwich, came out with a date!'. I thought it was a lovely, heart-warming story and if I were a writer, I would definitely find a way to use that scene.

Fences

Last weekend was spent up in the North East of England. We went for an evening drive out into the countryside and it was just lovely.

Afternoon tea

I spent the bank holiday weekend down in the West Country with my mum. We intended going to the seaside but got a bit side-tracked and ended up down a track at Mangerton Mill, a 17th century watermill.

We went into the old fashioned cafe and it smelt like my great-aunt Edie's house. Then we saw the wonderful menu. Amongst other things, you could have a Mill Tea which included a slice of bread and butter with jam, a piece of cake and a cup of tea, you could have a Country Tea which involved cucumber sandwiches or you could have jam, marmite or peanut butter sandwiches. In sight, smell and taste, I felt myself transported back to my childhood.

We had a good old Dorset cream tea, but it jumped into our mouths and journeyed onward to its final resting place, our stomachs, before I could get a snap of it.

I went to a party last night and on the way home took a few pics. The moonlit midnight sky was inky and beautiful.

If they are a touch out of focus, blame the small libation which I forced down. Only to be sociable, mind you, only ever to be sociable...

Cushions to go!

Today I am sending out a large consignment of cushions to a wonderful shop, Gin and Teacups in Bridgnorth, Shropshire.

They have also ordered cards, gift wrap and mugs so there should be a lovely freckleface instore
display very soon! :)