Blitzed around the bungalow this morning dusting and stuff then strolled down the road in search of kitchen curtains.
My bare window is giving me the pip so... out with the old and in with the new...

15 mins later...
Hanging on the rail waiting for me....a pair of pale blue lightly flowered curtains. Big smile. Till I saw the length:( Will need cutting and stitching and I am so bad at both but will have a go this afternoon. I'm crossing fingers that there'll be enough left over to make a mini curtain which will hide the family of bins!

Because of the fine weather I've gone white mad.
White flowers on mantlepiece, small white birdie cushions on chairs and snoozing white ceramic cat in hearth.
White is a cheap and effective treatment for brightening Autumnal type rooms.

Yesterday, before lunch, I moved kitchen table and dresser BACK to their original positions. Sitting over by the wall, although affording more space, felt wrong! So after putting up with it for a good while I decided to return to my first love...Table in middle:)

If the kitchen is the heart of the house then a centre placed table is it's blood!

There's something spiritual about seating people in the centre of the room and me, like a flitting bonkers butterfly, settling down plates of delectable food right under their flaring hooters.

On offer tonight:
Chicken pie and mashed tatties.
Afterwards....An all time favourite... Bread and Butter Pudding:)

Now I must see to the kitchen curtains...X