And another lovely day...that's two days in a row of sunshine and it's been warm...properly warm as in no need for cardigans or sweaters sort of warm.
So I painted all the tatty plastic plant pots with a wonderful paint, which is said to cover any surface, and it does exactly what it says on the tin...it's feckin' brilliant...and I painted the bath. But now I'm totally knackered of course...that'll teach me to do too much in one go, but it was such a joy to be outside.
Then I found the most lovely song on YouTube...I've posted it if you want to have a listen...the McGarrigle Sisters and Emmy Lou Harris...so I played it about three times until I was a bit sozzled actually...Emmy Lou Harris is one of those perfectly infuriating women who is all sharp cheekbones and hooded eyes...she'll still look good when she's eighty...and she's left her hair silvery grey instead of dyeing it. It's probably expensively 'rinsed' but even so...
I think I might have a bit of a crush on her you know...did you ever have a crush on a teacher at school? Practically the entire class was in love with the French teacher, even though she wasn't very nice to anyone...but she was ultra glamorous and wore stilettos, even though they were banned in school 'cos of the floors...and big skirts with those stiff net petticoats underneath...and blue eyeshadow with lashings of black mascara that went a bit clumpy towards the end of the afternoon...it was she who told me my Normandy accent was appalling...still fervently admired her though. She was English anyway.
The new gas heater is brilliant in the bathroom...really warms it up very quickly, so when I had a shower it was a case of lingering, rather than scrabbling to get dressed before hypothermia set in...
Millie has just been sick and Eilis rushed over...knocked her out of the way...and ate it. Horrible little dog...
And I'm over halfway through The Goldfinch by Donna Tartt...I so don't want to finish it...I actually left it for weeks because I simply couldn't bear the trials and tribulations the character was going through...Tartt manages to convey such a sense of time and place that it's easy to become totally involved with Theo...even when you feel inclined to tell him to get a grip of himself for crying out loud...I'm reading it on the Kindle, so I can't cheat and read the last couple of pages to make sure it ends happily...bet it doesn't.
Think there's a head of broccoli in the 'fridge...so I'm going to wash it and have it with something or other...Himself has chicken curry.