I realise I must have missed a few weeks as there aren’t seven weeks left in the year. I wonder what I did with them?
This week we had a trip to the British Museum to see the Hieroglyph exhibition which I’ll detail in another post. Very educational if a little dry and academic for my tastes.
I was also taken out for a meal for my actual b’day though rather unfortunately I had some sort of migraine that, as is its wont left me wanting nothing so much as to hug the great white telephone, so I went home and left the family to it. Apparently it was a really good time without me. Que sera, sera.
I managed to recover promptly and spend time in the garden. In discussion with the lawn expert and cognizant that pretty sharp cold weather (for us) is on its way, we decided (a) this would be the last cut of the year and (b) we’d trial a new design for next year, at least occasionally. I take no credit but I think it looks great. You?
We had a v. sweaty time moving two fruit trees too, having cleared the triangular bed of its dahlias and cleaning and storing them in the garage. If the promised frosts arrive, next time it will be pulling up the last of the herbaceous borders that have hung on grimly to date.
On Thursday (Dec 1st) I was dispatched to acquire advent calendars for each child. There’s a splendid chocolatier in Crystal Palace called Blowing Dandelions where I procured four for the price of about half of Kensington. I hope they enjoy them. I did snap the city from Gipsy Hill on my way home. One of my favourite shots.
And I’ve ended the week in Suffolk – shit, it’s cold on the coast – and Dog and I and the Textiliste tromped the sand dunes. I tried to video Dog on a fast trot to keep walm but my own heavy breathing and uncertain footing tells me to stick to stills. Do you agree?