He wanted to know why I wouldn't go to an Am Dram production with him on Saturday. 'You must have been joking' I said 'I don't have anything to do with actorly sorts.'
Henry was a bit pickled having been on the wine for three days but bless him it didn't stop him smoking five cigarettes in one hour. Puff puff puff...:( I wonder what his lungs look like.
'Cutting down on the sugar' he said as his rotund body shifted on the poor stool. 'And have you seen my gym stuff?'
'Ok darling and no darling'. Was my tired reply.
And as he yacked on the phone about: Councillors. The Square. Champagne. Fuses and redundancy I took myself out of the arena.
But what a weekend Henry's cleaner had.
Wore a killer dress drinking Pimm's. Gooey Pimm's. Yummy company.
Saw an old neighbour and hit him on the arm with my gloves.
"Didn't know you come here" he said eloquently
I smiled a knock-him-for-six smile.
"Sometimes. You're looking well. Gotta dash. See you in five years"
Chinese.
Bacon.
Wayward coat.
Late nights.
And then Monday came...
Drove Aleks to Henry's in the rain.
Tried to do a three point turn with the handbrake on.
And now Onken yogurt with cat love and cat hairs:)
Monday, 5 October 2009
Sunday, 4 October 2009
Grand Simple Chairs
Must just have a word before I have a lie down.
I have four second-hand oak dining chairs.
Thanks to two men.
One, my very good friend, Mr Sweetie and two, my rather rushed husband who went to pick them up. This morning. Early.
They're in good condition, (that's the chairs, not the men) and were handmade by a furniture maker. And it shows. Their heaviness is a joy likewise their silk- like smoothness. Can wood be described as silk like and smooth? At any rate they're a delight to touch. In fact, I keep running my fingers along the back of the chairs wondering how many backs have rested against them.
They're standing around my very old kitchen table, which used to belong to my gran, and I have to say that although the table and chairs don't match, the chairs have added a bit of class to my stained, chipped and mismatched kitchen.
I like them very much.
So much so that I've opened up the table leaves to accommodate the four chairs, I thought that having just two looking at each other would be such a waste, so out came the leaves.
All I need now are more people.
And they will be coming next Sunday.
For lunch, dinner or whatever you want to call it.
Henry my employer and Walter his lodger have said yes to my invitation and so now menu wheels are spinning out of control in my giddy old head.
I know what Henry likes but he likes it to be in small portions. Ok, makes it easier and less costly for me. And I'll even give him one of my smaller plates.
I've asked Walter about his likes and dislikes and does he have any allergies. He said he eats anything and everything and has no allergies. He will have a bigger plate.
He is my kind of lad.
Now I must have a little kippette.
I have four second-hand oak dining chairs.
Thanks to two men.
One, my very good friend, Mr Sweetie and two, my rather rushed husband who went to pick them up. This morning. Early.
They're in good condition, (that's the chairs, not the men) and were handmade by a furniture maker. And it shows. Their heaviness is a joy likewise their silk- like smoothness. Can wood be described as silk like and smooth? At any rate they're a delight to touch. In fact, I keep running my fingers along the back of the chairs wondering how many backs have rested against them.
They're standing around my very old kitchen table, which used to belong to my gran, and I have to say that although the table and chairs don't match, the chairs have added a bit of class to my stained, chipped and mismatched kitchen.
I like them very much.
So much so that I've opened up the table leaves to accommodate the four chairs, I thought that having just two looking at each other would be such a waste, so out came the leaves.
All I need now are more people.
And they will be coming next Sunday.
For lunch, dinner or whatever you want to call it.
Henry my employer and Walter his lodger have said yes to my invitation and so now menu wheels are spinning out of control in my giddy old head.
I know what Henry likes but he likes it to be in small portions. Ok, makes it easier and less costly for me. And I'll even give him one of my smaller plates.
I've asked Walter about his likes and dislikes and does he have any allergies. He said he eats anything and everything and has no allergies. He will have a bigger plate.
He is my kind of lad.
Now I must have a little kippette.
Autumn (Poem)
Autumn is very upon us
its gingery tingles though sharp and biting
do good
by covering over the dampness of sadness
like icing on a second rate bun
its gingery tingles though sharp and biting
do good
by covering over the dampness of sadness
like icing on a second rate bun
Saturday, 3 October 2009
Things I've got a thing about
Biros- Big blue ones. Five in my bag. All Henry's. But I will lift other people's too
My neck- Obsessing about sagging. Covering up is not an option because folk get a shock when you drop your jumper. Bare it. Bugger it.
Blonde hair- It's a-coming. I feel it. I live in Essex and have finally caught the blonde bug. But my shoes are not white and I have not been dipped in Bisto. And I use words like 'hello' instead of 'hiya'.
The X Factor- Always look forward to it. Makes my night. I'm as high as a kite if a Chinese is on me lap too
Lip Gloss- Long stay. Might need to kiss someone after I've been out a while. Will probably be after sinking three Pimm's. By the way Pimm's now do a Winter version. Saw it today and immediately thought of Christmas
Dennis Quaid- In the re-make of 'Flight of The Phoenix'. Is he the world's most perfect man? He is in this film. He's a fractious handsome pilot hero with a great big chip on his shoulder because he was responsible for the deaths of like three passengers
You Tube- I search for records, play them loudly and can save them. It's great!
Went out today and...
had a McDonalds
bought a pair of leather boots
and a plastic purple handbag from Primark.
Men's Jeans- How well they sometimes fit
My neck- Obsessing about sagging. Covering up is not an option because folk get a shock when you drop your jumper. Bare it. Bugger it.
Blonde hair- It's a-coming. I feel it. I live in Essex and have finally caught the blonde bug. But my shoes are not white and I have not been dipped in Bisto. And I use words like 'hello' instead of 'hiya'.
The X Factor- Always look forward to it. Makes my night. I'm as high as a kite if a Chinese is on me lap too
Lip Gloss- Long stay. Might need to kiss someone after I've been out a while. Will probably be after sinking three Pimm's. By the way Pimm's now do a Winter version. Saw it today and immediately thought of Christmas
Dennis Quaid- In the re-make of 'Flight of The Phoenix'. Is he the world's most perfect man? He is in this film. He's a fractious handsome pilot hero with a great big chip on his shoulder because he was responsible for the deaths of like three passengers
You Tube- I search for records, play them loudly and can save them. It's great!
Went out today and...
had a McDonalds
bought a pair of leather boots
and a plastic purple handbag from Primark.
Men's Jeans- How well they sometimes fit
Friday, 2 October 2009
I bought a coat yesterday.
It is a very silly coat which, if the snows come, will be absolutely useless, but it is me. And that is very important.
Me in camel cashmere is so last decade, but me in shaggy chocolate brown mohair is so 2009. So new Angela. It is not however the coat of a cleaner, but we'll scoot over that.
As soon as the beast touched my body I knew where it was heading. Home. I felt so deliciously decadent in it that I almost wore it home but with the unseasonally warm weather I saw sense and tucked it in a carrier bag.
It's strange isn't it how some things, whether they be coats, cups or people feel immediately right in your presence. And this little beauty certainly did.
It fits like it was made for me, will go with the rest of my odd clothes, and has luvvy written all over it. And it only cost £15.
I'll post a pic as soon as I can.
It is a very silly coat which, if the snows come, will be absolutely useless, but it is me. And that is very important.
Me in camel cashmere is so last decade, but me in shaggy chocolate brown mohair is so 2009. So new Angela. It is not however the coat of a cleaner, but we'll scoot over that.
As soon as the beast touched my body I knew where it was heading. Home. I felt so deliciously decadent in it that I almost wore it home but with the unseasonally warm weather I saw sense and tucked it in a carrier bag.
It's strange isn't it how some things, whether they be coats, cups or people feel immediately right in your presence. And this little beauty certainly did.
It fits like it was made for me, will go with the rest of my odd clothes, and has luvvy written all over it. And it only cost £15.
I'll post a pic as soon as I can.
Thursday, 1 October 2009
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