Reflecting on my week #118

Going back to work after a few days off is always a bit of a mixed blessing isn’t it? There’s the return to routine, and earlier mornings, but there’s also the emails and catching up. There was a lot of going on at work while I was away and so it felt like more to catch up on than normal, and if I’m honest the whole week has stepped up a gear. But there is also good news, as on top of everything else I’ve been interviewing for some help, who will start on Wednesday, which will hopefully help me get things a bit straighter. The challenge will be finding somewhere for them to sit, but a small thing in the scheme of things.

There was a haircut Thursday evening and I was actually quite shocked that it’s still light at 5pm in the evenings. That just goes to show that I’ve not left work at that time for a while, doesn’t it. It was lovely to walk up to Blackheath and the hairdressers, through Greenwich Park. Along with the daffodils, it really does feel that Spring is on its way.

Not that you’d know by the wind. That’s still here and unsurprisingly blowy! I think it’s hanging around for a little while yet, and no doubt bringing rain with it. Neither are my favourite weather types, but I guess you can’t have it all.

The wind prompted a brief trip into the garden. MOH seemed horrified that I ventured out there to stop the fleece from the agapanthus making a break for it in my PJs and dressing gown. But I’m sure no one even noticed, and so what if they did. Once the fleece had been recaptured I did come in, but being in the garden had sparked my imagination. And once dressed, as the patio table cover was now trying to make a break for it, off I went once more. This time dressed more appropriately according to MOH.

That was soon brought under control and so I thought I’d have a look around. We’ve a few branches down, but nothing major, one of our fence panels seems to have lost the top part of the ‘frame’, which is odd as it’s a panel that I think we’ve replaced several times already, and definitely more times than the rest of the fence put together. I’m curious to know what that neighbour does to our fence, if anything. They will, I’m sure, let us know as soon as the weather warms up, and then expect it replaced immediately, that’s just how they are (and no they don’t have a show garden).

We haven’t gained a trampoline, which is good news, as our neighbour’s one has stayed on their side of the fence. There was though some winter-spring colour. The lime green of the euphorbia, the dusky pink of the hellebores and the egg yolk yellow of what seem to be perpetually flowering primulas.

cheery euphorbias

The weekend did start the right way, and by the right way, I mean in the pub with colleagues. It was much needed, and really does help as people in other parts of the business had had an equally full on week. And it’s good to share, right?

shy but smiley hellebores

I also got my cooking game on, remembering that I had some venison in the freezer which the butcher said needed a good, long, slow cook. And he was right, after four or so hours in the oven it was gorgeous. Served with mash and kale, it made me look a great cook. And I’m not that bad really, but it’s the type of cooking that looks fancier than it is, though in reality boiling water is the thing that often causes the most mess in our kitchen!

the first of our daffodils

Our first daffodil is out, and while it’s looking a bit windswept it’s great to see it. I’ve been looking at the daffodils in front of the National Maritime Museum from my office window for a good few weeks now, so it’s good that my garden is starting to catch up.

My other culinary success this weekend has been leftover fishcakes. Or rather fishcakes from leftover mashed potato, some herbs I had in the fridge and a tin of tuna, and some breadcrumbs. They made a great lunch, and the fifth one that didn’t have a plate to go to was quickly snaffled by MOH. That definitely makes them a success.

flowering hostas

The week ahead at work will bring more of the same I’m sure, but thankfully with a few more people in the office now that half-term here is done and my extra help will be arriving midweek. There’s also a pub visit planned for Thursday to say goodbye to a colleague as they move jobs, and then on Friday I’m off to a public lecture at the university by the founders of Tatty Devine, yes that Tatty Devine. I wasn’t sure if I had any of their jewellery, I’m sure I did at one point, but a quick visit to eBay put that right.

Now I’m hoping that it arrives before Friday. Have a great week!

Seven years young

This year to celebrate my blog turning seven I’m turning to another list - there’s an annual theme developing here. Last year the list was blog related, this year not so much. At the start of the year I saw posts for the hashtag ‘makenine’ and was intrigued, and slightly tempted.

I kept thinking what my makenine might be, but it was easier to think what my “finish nine” might be as I seem to have enough projects on the go. So then I thought more laterally, what would my house and garden nine projects, which I’ll admit is distinctly less catchy. And again it felt like a bit of a commitment.

Then it struck me, my nine should be seven. Though that didn’t make it any easier to decide, so I’m taking a completely different approach. To celebrate my blog birthday I’m choosing a ‘visit seven’ - and that’s seven gardens I’m hoping to visit this year. I’d brainstormed a list - if you can brainstorm on your own - in January, and quite quickly had a list of fifteen. So here goes…

My visit seven for 2020

  1. RHS Wisley, Surrey

  2. RHS Hyde Hall, Essex

  3. Houghton Hall, Norfolk

  4. Nymans, West Sussex

  5. Sizergh, Cumbria

  6. Holker Hall and Gardens, Cumbria

  7. Scampston Hall, North Yorkshire

So my visit seven will see me zipping up and down the country. I’ve included gardens in Cumbria and Yorkshire as I know we’ve got trips there in June, somehow though there’s no Devon gardens on the list and we’re heading there in a couple of months. There’s some old favourites - Wisley, Hyde Hall and Houghton - and some, like Nymans, which we’ve already made it along to. I could have included Emmetts Gardens too, but that would have felt a little like cheating.

Happy seventh blog birthday to me, and still I hope there’s many more.

Reflecting on my week #117

We spent the latter half of last week in Lyon, and a large amount of that time was spent eating. Or at least it feels like that anyway. We did of course see the sights, on foot and making use of the Metro, and with all the tasty food it was just as well that we topped 13,000 steps each day we were there. February it turns out seems to be the time of year when we head off for a pamper-break, and our hotel in Lyon had a spa and a very fancy restaurant. Our room was pretty fancy too, and the loo will be featuring in a future Loo Series post.

We saw cathedrals, the view from Fourviere, markets and a restaurant or two too. We walked alongside the river, up and down hills and relaxed in the jacuzzi. We drank wine, ate the local dishes and never made it to breakfast at the hotel because we just didn’t need any more food. We only just made the flight home though, which was a bit more anxiety-inducing than it needed to be. We made it to the gate from entering the airport in about 25 minutes, and thankfully there was still a queue so there was none of that “last call” business. What’s more surprising (or to us anyway) is that another five people sauntered along after us, at least we had the decency to run. We won’t be doing it again I can tell you.

bunches of mimosa for sale in lyon

I’ve still to edit my photos, but I couldn’t share this post without at least one. The Valentines bouquets outside florists and in markets were great to look at - and aren’t markets a great way to see how locals live? - and there were bunches of mimosa and eucalyptus for sale. It made me wonder, why we don’t have the same, or maybe we do, and I’m just not seeing them. Anyway, it’s on my list (along with editing lots of photos) to find out.

We agreed in advance to mark Valentines Day when we were back, and so what with one thing and another have been treating ourselves most of the weekend. A nice meal and a nice bottle of wine on Saturday night and gin fizz cocktails, complete with rosebuds, yesterday.

gin cocktail with rosebuds

We finally swapped cards on Sunday too - I’d fessed up on our trip that I hadn’t made mine (or his) yet. He’d bought his, but hadn’t written it, so we were kind of equal there. It wasn’t until Sunday lunchtime though that I disappeared upstairs to return with this.

making my valentines card eventually

You’ll know I like simple card designs, and I’m quite pleased with this one too. i was about to say I’d make more, but realistically I don’t need to make more than one! It was nice to get back crafting though and I need to make more time for making cards, and crochet too as I’ve not picked up any of those projects up in the last few weeks. I have of course, added new projects to my list!

I’ve also subscribed to a new-to-me magazine, and Sunday afternoon I sat down and enjoyed my first edition of Simply Lettering. The quotes below seemed to talk to me, and follow on nicely from the coaching that I’ve recently completed with Nicky Kentisbeer, which encouraged me to ‘get out of my own way’ and was just what I needed.

be real be you

Like many people I was shocked and saddened to read of Caroline Flack’s death. I’ve never watched Love Island and wouldn’t claim to be a huge follower of hers (or any celebrity) but I do watch Strictly and was rooting for her to win. Any death is sad, however it comes about, but for someone to feel that taking their own life is the best, or only, option open to them, that really is very sad and reflects badly on our culture and society. I can’t profess to understand, but I do wonder if only she, and sadly the many that take their own lives, knew how much they were loved, if it would make a difference.

I really wish it had, and can going forward. In her words, be kind.