Sometimes the smallest thing can provide a ridiculous level of pleasure. Yesterday I bought myself a pie funnel, it is exactly the same as the one I used to play with in my Grandmother's kitchen 50 years ago, the one my mother had used when she was a child learning to cook. Sadly the original was lost when my grandparents house was cleared after their deaths. The memories weren't lost though and this morning I am lying in bed, catching up on my emails, making to-do lists and planning what pie to make.
Not as old in my head as I am in birthdays..... a lover of giggling, intensity, grunge, couture and other glorious and inexcusible contradictions.I love to sleep under the Sunday papers, to stroke amazing shoes, to eat good food and travel to see beautiful art. Yes, that does include Titian, the man who perfected the curved (nb. delicate euphemism) red head.
Husband of nearly 28 years - silent type, (maybe because he never gets a chance to say much, although I suspect it's just he's a silent type.)
Boychild - Nearly 22, at Uni doing something geeky (ie I don't understand it) and doing it so well he has just been offered an M.Eng. Recently joined the human race and rather good fun.
Girlchild - 20, we used to fight like cat and dog but are now at a state of wary neutrality. Also believes she owns my car - if you are reading this you don't ! Still pining desperately for life in the USA although recently Australia has entered the equation.
Assorted friends who I consider myself lucky to have.
Sister - Whiz kid, considerably younger than self who does not understand shoe envy.
Parents - Will only be mentioned if I am feeling very brave or very needy.
and yours truly
the product of chocolate, cocktails, Prozac and a vivid imagination ......" I was born to speak all mirth and no matter. ".... thank you Beatrice
However, in my head I am one of these charming ladies