Because I'm worth it

Mower repaired (loose wire) and 3 lawns de-pooped and mowed despite having to tighten up the mower frame several times to stop it collapsing and folding over. Also 3 laundry loads washed and hung on the line to dry, one already brought in and airing in the kitchen on the pully thing that falls out of the ceiling if you raise and lower it too much (I don't touch it any more but streeeeeeetch to put the clothes over the bars). I'm not going to do another housewifery thing now, so there!

snicker, snort

The fuse has blown in the hover mower!

Nearly 3 hours later....

...and I'm still sitting in front of the computer in my pyjamas, having been distracted from my intention to cut the lawns by a 'quick' surf of the net for stuff relating to mum's wartime memories of being a WAAF at Middleton St George. Have found quite a bit that might be interesting but the grass has grown another inch in the meantime. Right, I'm going to get dressed now, I am, really.

Deja vue, again

Ok, I know it's probably vainglorious of me to do this, but one of the things I regret about deleting previous blogs, is losing favourite posts like this....

Doppelgangers across the centuries
When we went to Florence a few summers ago, we saw a painting in a museum that I thought was quite extraordinary - it showed a group of men from about the 15th century, among whom were dead-ringers for a young John Cleese and Jonathan Rhys Meyers. The human connection between the centuries made the picture come alive for me; it suggested that the artist had not produced some stylised, fictional portrayal of the good burghers of the town but had used real people with real people's complicated lives to sit for him. Some time later I came across this painting....

<--Portrait of a Young Man by Franciabigio 1482-1525







and the lovely Joachim Phoenix -->

The best laid plans...

So much for an early night. Bloody PhotoScape!

Barginz!

Not a bad day at all on the bargain front. The long grey Next merino wool cardigan I'd 'won' on ebay arrived and is absolutely lovely and from my one of my favourite charity shops, for £17.56 only, I bought a grey M&S cashmere jumper, a cosy cherry red Next hooded sweatshirt and two lightly gilded, cast iron ornate photo frames. Even Morrisons with mum wasn't too bad and gave rise to another gem...on paying for her groceries and being asked if she wanted cash back, mum replied "yes, £3 in five pound notes please"! It must be all the excitement, but I'm feeling distinctly shattered now so may have an early night. Oddly enough, after lunch my heart was really thumping beneath my ribs, wonder if the two are connected/something to do with the Prozac?

Prozac - 9 weeks

A welcome new development - yesterday and today I woke up and hit the ground running instead of dragging myself through the first few hours of the day. This is more like it - I feel like my old self again!