I don't know why. Just woke up feeling grim and thus it continued for the rest of the day. Grim, grimminy, grim, grim, grim. There was no reason for me to feel grim. I have a week off school to look forward to, with it being half term and all, and this means I can shut myself away in my craft room and tiddle about making stuff. The seeds Andy planted last week have started to sprout - rocket and primroses so far, and I suspect the chard won't be far behind and sprouting seeds mean Spring is just around the corner. And our new armchair is being delivered tomorrow. And there is a new series of 'Blandings' on the telly, I have a couple of new books to read, and I have decided on the theme of Daisies and Forget-Me-Nots' for the bedroom mood board, which means I can get mood boarding now which should be fun given I am a mood-board virgin.
P'raps, I thought, trying to analyse yesterday's grimness this morning when I was feeling muchly less grim, it is because Heather is 26 tomorrow. My youngest child is going to be 2-bloomin'-6. Where did the last 26 years go? And in two and a half months' time I shall be a Granny a deux. And my eldest child will be 28. 28! That's almost 30, for the love of Saint Matilda, whoever she might be.
Or p'raps it is because yet another roofer has let us down by making an appointment to assess for a permanent repair to our roof and failing to appear, no call, no explanation, and although Andy and I did a good job last weekend, what with the torrents that have plummeted upon Kent this week, a little bit of water is still getting through somewhere and so the damage is spreading. I called roofer number 5 yesterday. Left a message that I hope didn't sound too desperate. No response. As yet. Trying to feel not tetchy about this. I may have to kidnap a roofer just to get someone to look at the darn thing.
Or p'raps it is just me struggling to get to the end of another Winter and, despite all the walking I have done, my serotonin levels are running on reserve tank. Nearly there. It was gone 5.30 before it got dark here today, and thank goodness for the appearance of the sun! The warm and bright, cheerful and lovely sun!
Anyway, I did lots of silly dancing around today when no-one was looking. I have perused paint charts and wallpaper samples in shades of blue and green and yellow and definitely NOT grey. I have hung a new picture on the wall. I have researched the virtues of composite doors over UPVC doors as next on our list of house to-dos will be a new front door, because the wind really does whistle through the old one now plus sometimes it is difficult to persuade the old one to open without bending keys into odd shapes and also bits are falling off it which can't be good.
I have given myself a good talking to. I don't know how long it will last as I am finding that the older I get, the less likely I am to take notice of anyone, and that includes me. And tomorrow my youngest child will be 26. She won't be home as she is gallivanting in London. So I feel a tad redundant in the Mum Makes Birthday Cake Department.
Ah well...plenty more else to do.
Oh dear, sometimes things are really against us aren't they. I think with this terrible weather there are a lot of dark thoughts going through our minds and the winter feels more bleak than usual. The sun made an appearance today and the birds were singing so that made me smile again, so my dark mood is beginning to lift. Also happy birthday to your daughter. My son was 16 this weekend and I am sitting here wondering where the time has gone. Keep positive xx
ReplyDeleteThank you, Chel, for your lovely words. I don't often feel 'grim' and when I do it is often inexplicable which adds to the grimness because I like to know the hows and whys of things. And 'Hurrah' for the sunshine indeed!!
ReplyDeleteWelcome to MMM, by the way! And I love your blog. Reading and following with pleasure! X
I had a horrible dark day yesterday as well. It was a down in the pits type of day, with lashings of anger coming up from where I do not know. Better today though, but feel fragile. Keep being busy, that is what I am doing, and just to say that you are not alone in not doing particularly well during Feb. Vx
ReplyDeleteThank you, chum in France. I, too, am feeling more chipper today and thanking God for my stoical man who knows just the right time to make his delicious veggie moussaka! Looking forward to my week at home and having a spot of 'do as I like' time! Take care of you, too. Xxx
ReplyDeleteYep, we all have Grim days. I find the best thing is to act as if I had a mild case of flu. Snuggle on the sofa with a Georgette Heyer/Fred & Ginger film/whatever takes your fancy, administer regular doses of chocolate and absolutely refuse to do anything responsible like pay bills or answer emails or speak to grown-ups. The good thing is that you know the Grimness will pass.
ReplyDeleteThat's pretty much what I did, Olly! Lit the woodburner, drank buckets of tea, ate biscuits and read. Funny you should mention Georgette Heyer - I have just purchased 'Regency Buck' (one of the new books I mentioned) because she seemed to pop up wherever I turned, and I thought I ought to investigate her oeuvre! Just coming to the end of 'Courtiers' by Lucy Worsley, which has proved a cracking good read. X
ReplyDeleteOh, dear chum, sorry to hear you haven't been feeling your usual chipper self. I am going to sit down later when the day is peaceful and calm and send you tranquil uplifting thoughts. Slightly mayhemish here at present as everybody is home and the house is full of noise, bustle and voices, such as J practicing for the theory element of her driving test (Thurs), F getting ready to go metal detecting with me, M hopping up and down in excitement as the plaster comes off today, the dogs yowling while they play and L being the only quiet one as he's still asleep. All lovely, but not necessarily inducive to sending out healing light to spiritual sisters. Surround yourself with colour my lovely- you know it's knocking on your door at the moment, so take your queue from that. You could also try lassoing a roofer when next you pass one and pretending Heather is 12 instead of 26. Wish her a very happy bdet from us. XXX
ReplyDeleteThank you, lovely chum also! I am out of the hole now and I am going to e-mail you. Xxx
ReplyDeleteDenise, am I right in understanding that you've never read a book by Georgette Heyer? (I would have put 'never' in italics if I could work out how to!)
ReplyDeleteI'm gobsmacked, as we say round here. You are in for a treat - simple plots, no surprises but beautifully written with authentic 18th century language, they are my go-to books when I'm sad, tired or sick - they never fail to soothe and are not too taxing. I have a large collection, purchased from charity shops. Let us know if you enjoy Regency Buck and I'll recommend some others!
I confess I have never read a book by Georgette Heyer, Olly. (Never also being in italics!) Regency Buck has reached the top of my reading pile so a start is imminent. Will let you know how I get on and will be pleased to hear your recommendations. She appears to have been a most prolific writer! (We say 'gobsmacked' up our end, too!)
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