I’ve been trying to be really busy trying not to think too much and I got to the point I am actually all caught up with the laundry (and the ironing!)… and don’t think that’s ever happened before so yesterday I was almost bored and felt quite bereft at the sight of silent washing machine. …
and see you all in the new year… let’s make 2020 the best one yet. Deal? See you soon!
I don’t know why I do this to myself… but the moment the calendar gets busier, the to do lists longer… my brain tricks me into thinking that I can do MORE and I can MAKE things… Yeah right. I should be laying in the bath in the dark with only a candle and some …
Just under an hour from the centre of Hiroshima, half way up a hill, in a quiet residential street there is the most gorgeous ‘ryokan’ you can possibly imagine. A ryokan is a is a type of traditional Japanese inn that typically feature tatami-matted rooms, communal baths, and other public areas where visitors may wear …
“Oops she did again…” Last night I had a gorgeous night in the company of lovely women making Christmas Wreaths. Yeah I know… you just can’t have too many, I don’t care what you say. There green branches everywhere… First we had a lesson, which made me realise that the old ‘glue gun manoeuvre’ is …
I’m back. I’m tired. I’d like to get back to bed but I have a lunch date with a friend, a laundry room that is so full I need to excavate the washing machine in order to use it, half a dozen 13yr olds coming later on this afternoon for a get together (they’re not …
Am I the only one who reaches the last week of school completely frazzled and confused? ‘My daily life is an endless round of washing clothes for various ‘sports days’ and ‘activity days’ which require ‘old clothes’ or clothes that can get wet or covered in paint or ruined (why??)… then there’s …
The lampshade is finally done and I couldn’t be happier. Here it is in its place in the conservatory: and look how warm it looks when it’s lit! It glows. good night. Sweet dreams. SaveSave
Whenever I’m come back from holiday I feel the need to ‘sort things’. I have the urge of diving into cupboards and purge things, throw away the surplus… start afresh. Now this could be a total denial of the amount of washing that five people produce in a week in a hot country I’ll be …
I love quilts on wall. I love rugs on walls too but Mr M doesn’t like either of the options so the only place where I’ve been able to hang a quilt is the spare room. Lucky guests, right? Because of this inexcusable aversion/taste lapse etc. I’ve had to wait for my dad to actually …
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