For no reason, just to relive those overalls. I'm surprised I've turned out as presentable as I have. And I'm still often to be found with a bunch of flowers in my hand.
Someone I once thought was my friend said to me, "I really like the way you always have flowers in your house. They don't always look nice but you really make the effort". She was mean; we lost touch by mutual consent. But I still have flowers - today, on my desk a bunch of creamy jonquils sits in a vase I bought for 20c. I make an effort to have flowers not because they prettify a room but because they are a moment of stillness and loveliness in sometimes very disappointing days, e.g., today, in which I am sick in bed instead of speaking at a conference in Melbourne and going somewhere interesting for dinner afterwards.
But if I'm lucky maybe Al will have managed to slip some lollies by the kids (who have superpower hearing when it comes to the rustle of a junk food packet). ... Here he is and nope, no joy.
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Oh dear. I am sorry you missed the conference, and even more sorry about the dinner. If not lollies, how about a cuppa? I was sorry when the lad finally was un-trickable on 'nick nicks' (biscuits). Splitting a packet three ways is less fun than two ways.
Anyway, flowers are good. I am slowly getting the hang of this house and it's lack of flower spots (safe from toddlering) and I'm starting to find some possibilities.
I got a laugh out of your rude ex-friend's comment, what a clanger.
Sorry to hear you're sick in bed, hope that is passing soon. And totally relate to that problem with the super-power hearing of little kids and sweets packets.
Sorry you are feeling sick. I wish you some virtual roses to help you heal.
Nothing says it like a bunch of hand picked flowers......
Get well soon, i'm so over the cooties this season. Come on spring!
Nothing says it like a bunch of hand picked flowers......
Get well soon, i'm so over the cooties this season. Come on spring!
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