Saturday, 14 May 2011
Anyway, here's a link to a very good cause and to the memory of a very nice blogger called Kaz.
Quite a squirmy afternoon. Got a lift home from Edith de France who is by now in Corsica. Came into the computer/guitar room, unfolded music stand and sliced off part of my right hand. Why do umbrellas and music stands have razor sharp bits? Anyway, it looks like a maroon coloured woodlouse has taken up residency in the palm of my hand...and it hurts.
I am trying to tidy up the house but it appears I am merely moving one pile of rubbish from one room to another. I would quite happily throw everything away and start again...except the guitars...and the books...and great,great grandfather paintings...and the weeping willow chair...oh rats.
Wednesday, 11 May 2011
The shopping trip ran fairly smoothly but was about three hours longer than I would normally spend on such things. El Corte Ingles has an amazing bed department with gigantic beds topped with great mountainous, sparkling white duvets, and pillows that look like clouds, soft, fuzzy throws and blow me if I didn't just feel like launching myself into midair and landing right in the middle of one with a satisying thluccckkkkaahh.
But Alice was in Susanna and Trini mode so I was whisked quickly by, and into the depths of coat hangers and rails. Alice finds it intensely amusing that I cannot actually see over the railings so spend most of the time in any department store pretty much lost and wandering around, what is for me, a maze.
But I found what I was looking for.
Monday, 9 May 2011
Or if you couldn't think what to do you could wander down to the pines where the Romans and Moors threw their broken dinner plates at various intervals and pick up handfuls of decorated shards.
I am off to land of ancestors soon. Easily found on Google Streetview where you can take a virtual tour of the west coast of Scotland. I was there this morning. It still looks wonderful.
Sunday, 8 May 2011
Alice who used to be Frank is dragging me off to El Corte Ingles again. She has taken it upon herself to become my personal dresser. A post I had not even advertised for. It's all going to land up in tears...