What a difference a day makes
24 little hours.
I am going with Rod Stewart's version.
Yesterday i wore high heels, and big sunglasses, and took my fringe out for lunch.
Today the mists have rolled in, and I hate my fringe. Curly hair and a fringe is high maintenance. And i don't do high maintenance.
Certain people have just spat their coffee out at that statement.
Whatever. Thank you for returning my sister in one piece.
Thus far today, i have a curly fringe, broken 2 vases, had an awkward conversation with a customer, and fallen out with the postman. The Hound looks on with a knowing smile "I told you we should have stayed in bed today"
But if we had, we wouldn't have ranunculus. All florists are banging on about them i know, but we are fickle creatures, next week there will be something else, but i am not ready for peonies.
Nor would we have just discovered this blog has been listed somewhere most extraordinary, in the company of people i admire a lot. My comments about Amnesia Roses are forever in print.
Nor would i be able to say, are you coming to Luella's? We shall be there on Monday evening. Join?
Whilst we are having a little chat, people keep asking questions, and i keep forgetting to answer them. So
No, yes, I'm sorry i haven't a clue, Rutland museum shop, Why would you want silk ones?, definitely, I'm not that sort of girl.
Select whichever answer you like.
p.s. I am still very very much in love with Raymond Blanc.
Posted by Miss Pickering at 11:24 AM