Showing posts with label flowers. Show all posts
Showing posts with label flowers. Show all posts
Friday, September 30, 2011
Friday flower power
Hurray! It's Friday! Don't you just love Fridays!
Just a quick one today as I rush out the door to work. Saw this on my way home yesterday and thought you might like it.
Isn't it just the business?
More tomorrow. Have a lovely weekend everyone.
C.x
Thursday, March 31, 2011
Butterfly brain
When I was 11, I went to a school where the head nun had a special name for the flighty girls under her care (the ones who were giddy little things who were always getting into trouble). She called them 'féileacán' (pronounced a bit like fail-uh-cawn (as in yawn)), meaning 'butterfly'. Today, I have a butterfly brain, and Sr. Benigna would definitely not approve.
Firstly, I am sick. Not properly sick, as in dying, but sick enough to stay at home. I went to the dentist yesterday. This involved laughing gas (wheeeee!) and a general anaesthetic. I now have stitches in my mouth and am on a diet of mush. I think anyone on a diet of mush can't be expected to behave seriously in a serious job with serious people. So I am playing hookie. (In truth my mouth hurts like hell and I keep telling my tongue not to go rooting at my stitches and the anaesthetic in my system is making me a bit dizzy, so I'm not entirely on the skive.) Anyway, this means that I have lots of time to do stuff. But I can't settle to much. I have finished a book called Room by Emma Donaghue which is just breathtaking. Such a powerful story told by an original voice. It's had lots of publicity so I suspect you may already have read or heard about it. And I don't want to ruin it for you by telling you the story. But please please please rush out and buy it. Immediately.
I have also been opening and closing the fridge a lot trying to figure out what I can eat. Mr. P has come into his own, making leek and potato soup (pureed of course). And he has bought me flowers. He buys flowers on occasion when I'm not sick too, but it was just lovely yesterday to wake up in the afternoon to these...
...in my favourite jug...
AND this rather splendid specimen...
... now living next to the parrot (an incense burner, which isn't usually my cup of tea but was too difficult to resist...)
So there you have it - homely Spring daffodils and a delicate hothouse flower, which together perfectly match my butterfly mood.
This afternoon, I have plans to crochet. This doubtless means I will fall asleep in front of an old movie instead....
C.x
Firstly, I am sick. Not properly sick, as in dying, but sick enough to stay at home. I went to the dentist yesterday. This involved laughing gas (wheeeee!) and a general anaesthetic. I now have stitches in my mouth and am on a diet of mush. I think anyone on a diet of mush can't be expected to behave seriously in a serious job with serious people. So I am playing hookie. (In truth my mouth hurts like hell and I keep telling my tongue not to go rooting at my stitches and the anaesthetic in my system is making me a bit dizzy, so I'm not entirely on the skive.) Anyway, this means that I have lots of time to do stuff. But I can't settle to much. I have finished a book called Room by Emma Donaghue which is just breathtaking. Such a powerful story told by an original voice. It's had lots of publicity so I suspect you may already have read or heard about it. And I don't want to ruin it for you by telling you the story. But please please please rush out and buy it. Immediately.
I have also been opening and closing the fridge a lot trying to figure out what I can eat. Mr. P has come into his own, making leek and potato soup (pureed of course). And he has bought me flowers. He buys flowers on occasion when I'm not sick too, but it was just lovely yesterday to wake up in the afternoon to these...
This afternoon, I have plans to crochet. This doubtless means I will fall asleep in front of an old movie instead....
C.x
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