Listening to John Mayer and Radio 4
Dressing in the style of Marilyn Monroe - the Arthur Miller years
Reading The Flaneur by Edmund White
The Hound has spent all day playing out, and now smells of freshly mown grass and elderflowers.
All washed down with cups of tea and a coffee and walnut cake! I was given the most beautiful selection of garden roses, which now very proudly sit on my bedside table. As a florist it is a very rare thing to receive flowers, (when I say rare I mean never) so it was particularly lovely, and I hope it is a trend that continues. Look out for details of our new flower courses coming soon.
The Other Miss Pickering and I have just returned from seeing you in concert. With your master of the guitar, your voice of silkened gravel, your arms of tattooed muscle, and your stage of Persian carpets - might we just say - Splendid.
Yours in anticipation of that "Slow dance in a burning room"
Last weekend The Mother Hen purchased a new collar for The Hound. At first we thought it a little too bling, and perhaps more suited to a Bel Air pooch, but it did score him extra cheese samples at the farmers market on Friday, and woe betide anyone that comes between The Hound and a bit of Lincolnshire Poacher.
Old Dutch rose
Mimi Eden rose
EDIT: Looking for images and inspiration regarding lovely vintage style roses to be used in a wedding? Then sit down pour yourself a cup of Earl Grey and flick through our blog, there are loads of them - we use them wherever and whenever we can.
It was then, a rather unusual occurrence today, when a very unembarrassed gentleman rang with the most romantic message I have ever heard, and embarrassing for me because I burst into tears. I must explain that I have been having one of those mornings, where everything seems to be against me, and was feeling rather emotional, and am not one of those fragile women who cry at anything.
So to all men I say don't be shy, speak from the heart and I will do my very best not to weep.
I looked very hard for the big bow and gift tag, but it seems that the car was not a present, and did in fact have an owner. I did toy with stealing it, but it was obviously loved and cherished as it looked as though it had just left the factory. Instead I took it as a sign that I would find my own soon, and noted how perfect it looked outside the shop. O Morris where art thou?
N.B. Colman's mustard is delicious on toast - a cheap and tasty treat first discovered at university, an interesting way to spice up the 7p loaves from Safeways on High Street Ken.
Talking of cars.....Sunday night also saw a rather disastrous Canadian Grand Prix, zero points by McLaren, and a 10 grid place penalty for Hamilton, after he failed to see a red light and took out a Ferrari, all hopes on Kovalainen for France.
For the second we were asked to create a cottage garden style wreath, I have never been a fan of the tight wreaths made with Xanths, and much prefer to make a mixed foliage base, always including rosemary for remembrance, into which we add seasonal flowers. A fitting tribute for a keen gardener.
The arrangements were moved to the marquee at Exton Park in the trusty van.....
Meanwhile the bride and groom were transported in a fabulous carriage, The Hound and I are considering this as an everyday alternative to the Citroen Berlingo, and has usurped the Morris Minor Traveller as our new dream car.
The steel band got ready to play as the guests arrived.