Have had a very tiring week so far and not had a huge amount of time for posting. Last week an aunt of mine died at the age of 97. She is my mother's elder sister and now my mum, aged 96, is the last survivor of the five 'Brewis girls' who all worked at one time in Fenwicks in Newcastle and were renowned for their style and elegance. They made all their own clothes from ends of rolls of material hey got cheap from the store and I have wonderful pictures of them. All of them strong, feisty independent women. Thank goodness this trait runs in our family.
I could not make the funeral, which was in Bath, and on Monday I drove my mother to my sister and her husband who were attending and would take her with them. Have not done this drive for a while but it wasn't too bad, I stayed overnight and then set off back the next morning and that drive was not so much fun.
And here is a picture of my mum who I think looks pretty nifty and my elder darling daughter, Kathryn.
Fog hung pretty thick and low as I drove through the forest road to get to the M1, it was a short cut that I am familiar with but rather wished I had not taken it on this occasion, anyway hit the motorway and within 50 yards was out of the fog. Don't think it lifted, more the carbon dioxide from the lorries chased it away. I have never been on the M1 in the week and the traffic was horrendous, two lanes totally blocked by lorries and petrol tankers, forcing us all into the fast line in which I am not particularly comfortable as you end up with the maniacs and that is not a good experience.
Anyway, all things pass and once I was off the motorway and driving across country it was better. However, by the time I got home I was tres knackered and spent the evening reclining in the bath, then reclining on the sofa in a striped nightie, woolly dressing gown, face gleaming with face cream, hair on end, feet which had had foot cream sloshed all over them, nestling in a pair of left over lime green flight socks from a long ago Virgin flight to the US and, in short, looking an absolute sight. I did not care. Comfort was all.
Then last nlght out with the other PAs from the group at work on a long postponed and delayed Christmas meal. Lovely Italian restaurant, lovely food but again did not get home till late and this morning could barely move and just to really finish it all off, madly busy at work and I was charging around like a lunatic. Tonight is a night in as I am visiting friends tomorrow so not much posting I am afraid and I am looking forward to Saturday when I can just loll in a languid manner and rest the old bod. I am getting too old for all this charging around. Sadly...
I am glad to see that many of you are listening to the Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Society on the book at bedtime. I am finding it quite quite wonderful, but you know I love it and will go on about it for ever, so will stop now.
I have also started Michael by E F Benson which certainly promises to be a different kettle of fish to Mapp and Lucia but after reading Mrs Ames which I found a more serious book, I think this one is going to be good. It captured my interest after 10 pages so good sign.
This is a total ramble with nothing of real interest but just wanted to drop by. Will be back on Saturday.
Au reservoir.
