Cold season has kicked off at our house with R succumbing first and then sharing with me. While feeling less than energetic and miserable is not fun, slowing down your pace can be quite lovely.
A few days ago, a package arrived in the mail from Kristina. Cheerful birthday wishes and this too-adorable-for-words booklet were inside. Starting off...
'When the Duchess invites you for a fortnight in August...and you realise, at one and the same time, that HE will be there and you can't afford any new clothes...'
I wrote to Kristina that it reads like a bedtime story for women! The illustrations were familiar and on closer inspection I see this is the work of none other than Joyce Dennys. Off I went in search of my copy of Henrietta's War to admire once again. While the tissues pile up around my pillows and blankets these little gems have been a bright spot.
A side note...At 3:20 am that annoying tickle began as my cold pill wore off so I got up to make a cup of tea. In a semi-dark kitchen I plugged in the kettle and heard a buzzing sound. Then horror of horrors saw orange glowing behind the switch plate! Yanking out the plug I could see a blackened area around the switch so I resorted to boiling water on the stove for my tea. Needless to say, getting back to sleep wasn't easy and first thing this morning I put in a work order with R for a repair.