Sorry, it’s been so long. How have you coped?…
To be absolutely honest, I was bored of writing what had become an increasingly repetative account of my days. It wasn’t/isn’t that the days were boring in themselves or that I was unhappy with my life. If I’m honest, I quite like aspects of this lifestyle.
Just getting on with the work and, unsurprisingly, doing the garden and exercising. These have become the new norm like getting up at 6.30 am; getting a cup of tea; getting washed and dressed for work; going to work; teaching; doing rehearsals and concerts; coming home and repeat. This was not a bad life either. So here we are – plus ça change.
I still get angry at people and politicians.
So, what is new?
Everyone seemed to be having haircuts. Keith went very early; Mr Darkins followed suit and then in the space of only a few days Tim, Edward and Baz took the clippers to their hair. My hair was getting quite long and I was feeling a bit left out and quite fancied having a go myself. Mrs Henderson decided that 9mm was too short so longer combs were ordered and she cut my hair. I started but it quickly became obvious that it was going to be quicker and better if someone else did it.
I was really pleased with the final cut, an excellent job or “Good jarb” as we now say in our house in honour of the American lady who does Mrs Henderson’s aerobics. I will never pay for another haircut, that’s for sure.
Later in the week the paint arrived and so the decorating of the living room could begin. I am pleased to report that on the whole it was a great success. First there was the emptying of the room. I don’t know about you but we have so much stuff! With the smaller pieces of furniture it took nearly three hours to remove said stuff and stow it about the rest of the house. Net result, the whole house looked like a cross between an antiques emporium and a junk shop! This is why decorating has to be done at speed – we can’t bear the upheaval. It is not an activity we savour, in fact we don’t really like it at all.
By Friday the ceiling had been painted; on Saturday two coats of Jasmine White were painted on all but the feature wall. Sunday morning saw the feature wall – Soft Stone – painted. By Sunday afternoon everything had been returned to its rightful place, except a couple of ornamental wooden acorns (made of oak, I presume) that didn’t make the cut.
So why not a complete success? Well, Mrs Henderson isn’t sure she likes Soft Stone! I am ambivalent on this matter as I have no aesthetic judgment in relation to the subtle nuances of colour. Nevermind, another colour has been ordered and I am pleased to announce that this arrived lunchtime today. Guess what we’re doing tomorrow?
Also, I had a bad back after all the stretching and contortions required to paint at height on a ladder. I have also lost my right hand thumb print, making access to phone and iPad trickier. First world problems, eh?
We enjoyed binge watching Fleabag (second time for me) and AfterLife. Both excellent – I would recommend you watch if you haven’t, though don’t watch with young children or your parents.
Here are some lovely flowers. I am particularly pleased with the climbing rose that has done so well having been grown from a cutting taken two years ago.
Plenty of music of course. Here’s a few listening suggestions.
CD of the day that I am listening to while I write this blog is Phantom Thread. Great music by Jonny Greenwood (thank you Ben for reminding me all those months ago) and also a very good film (8/10). It’s on Netflix if you’re interested and have Netflix.
Until next time…
Isolation 
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Hooray! You’re back at last!
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