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Yesterday, N and I went to the opening of Anne Sudworth’s new exhibition at The Grail Centre in Glastonbury. It was a long drive, but very much worth it. Not only did we get to see Anne’s beautiful new paintings, but it was a chance to socialise with her, as well as Ian Whates and Helen – and Honey the puppy – and loads of other friends *waves at Kari and Liz*. We got to meet some lovely new folks too. New to us, that is.
The car got us there and back, though it did act up a bit, despite being ‘fixed’ last week. It got us to thinking about whether or not we could cope with being carless again. Unfortunately, we are going to have to rely on it for another 6 months... but then we’ll see. New life, new lifestyle. All is possibility at the moment.
As you can imagine, on a long drive in gorgeous weather to a beautiful place, N and I did a fair bit of talking (and rubbish impressions of Prince when the only station we could get was Banbury... who were also running adverts for orangeries in Oxfordshire. Is there a lot of call for orangeries in Oxfordshire, we wondered? “Do you have a greenhouse, old chap?” “Oh, no. I have an orangery.” “Do you? Good lord! And you can grow oranges in it, can you?” “No. This is Oxford. But we have managed some apples...”) and that talking circled around Sekrit Projekt, general escape, where in France we could run away to, and said location’s proximity to nice cheese. Also self-sufficiency. The neighbours would laugh at that one, given that my lawn is currently waist-height.
With the wedding put back, possibly by a whole year now, and the impending secondary global financial meltdown, it might seem like the wrong time to be thinking of such things. True, a little dreamdust is clogging up the periscope (not a euphemism), but my head is beginning to convince my – no, not my heart. What bit of you gets a bit nervous and afraid of doing things? Spleen? That’ll do. My head is talking to my spleen (I’m glad my head knows where my spleen is, because I’m not entirely sure) and telling it, in for a penny, in for a pound. Get your plan sorted, prioritise what needs to be prioritised and you can do it! Perhaps not the self-sufficiency. But sure, you’ve managed to grow some tomatoes and things before. And you can manage. Stop buying snacks and things you don’t need. Don’t walk into Waterstones unless armed with a voucher. Wedding on! Life on! Sekrit Projekt ON!
...and if I’m doing it right, there’ll be good news on here before the end of next month!
The car got us there and back, though it did act up a bit, despite being ‘fixed’ last week. It got us to thinking about whether or not we could cope with being carless again. Unfortunately, we are going to have to rely on it for another 6 months... but then we’ll see. New life, new lifestyle. All is possibility at the moment.
As you can imagine, on a long drive in gorgeous weather to a beautiful place, N and I did a fair bit of talking (and rubbish impressions of Prince when the only station we could get was Banbury... who were also running adverts for orangeries in Oxfordshire. Is there a lot of call for orangeries in Oxfordshire, we wondered? “Do you have a greenhouse, old chap?” “Oh, no. I have an orangery.” “Do you? Good lord! And you can grow oranges in it, can you?” “No. This is Oxford. But we have managed some apples...”) and that talking circled around Sekrit Projekt, general escape, where in France we could run away to, and said location’s proximity to nice cheese. Also self-sufficiency. The neighbours would laugh at that one, given that my lawn is currently waist-height.
With the wedding put back, possibly by a whole year now, and the impending secondary global financial meltdown, it might seem like the wrong time to be thinking of such things. True, a little dreamdust is clogging up the periscope (not a euphemism), but my head is beginning to convince my – no, not my heart. What bit of you gets a bit nervous and afraid of doing things? Spleen? That’ll do. My head is talking to my spleen (I’m glad my head knows where my spleen is, because I’m not entirely sure) and telling it, in for a penny, in for a pound. Get your plan sorted, prioritise what needs to be prioritised and you can do it! Perhaps not the self-sufficiency. But sure, you’ve managed to grow some tomatoes and things before. And you can manage. Stop buying snacks and things you don’t need. Don’t walk into Waterstones unless armed with a voucher. Wedding on! Life on! Sekrit Projekt ON!
...and if I’m doing it right, there’ll be good news on here before the end of next month!
