What have I been up to today?
Well…if you came round to where I was working today (and I had a lot of visitors today), you may have been puzzled. Has there been some kind of a massacre? you may have wondered. It’s alright, I have cleared up the mess, and hidden all of the evidence now. Hopefully, not even the latest forensic technology would be able to detect the havoc I wreaked earlier today.
I was making Beetroot Soup! Ay karumba!!! Red beetroot juice managed to splash everywhere – all over the counter tops, stove, tiles, cupboard doors, floor…sigh! It took me longer to clear up the kitchen than it did to make the soup!
However, it is one yummy recipe. It has carrots, celery, onion, garlic and apple in as well as a lot of beetroot. I need to get myself one of those whizzer thingies, because putting the veggies into the food processor is one very messy technique of blitzing the mixture.
Today was an earning money day. I earnt my bread and butter by cooking and gardening. I love the gardening jobs I have. Although the rain has interfered with a lot of my work recently. It’s a very nice way to earn a living.
The day is not over yet. I have an ironing job to do. I squished all my work into one day so I could spend the last three days with Jack. It’s been a nice day. I listened to music the whole time I was cooking and while dishes were in the oven, I could read some posts from other bloggers. A very satisfying day indeed.
Ciao for now!
The pretty pocket of London I live in at the moment has a lot of hidden passages and walkways. Very hidden. More and more, I am frequenting these secret little routes, with someone gripping my hand as I lead the way.
Rather than walking down the main road, I can turn right onto another road and then take the second left into a tiny cul-de-sac. Hidden between two gardens is a narrow footpath which comes out at another cul-de-sac. There you find yet another narrow footpath which splits into two directions…or you can take a slightly wider footpath, which takes you on towards a whole network of discreet little pathways in between grand properties.
During the summer time I explored them, because I often went out walking on those lovely summer evenings. It turns out to be fairly useful. I can’t take “him” onto the high street without attracting attention.
But thanks to the hidden maze of tiny pathways, we can weave our way from where I live and end up in numerous interesting places. There are some nice little pubs down little lanes which always seem quiet. We might go to some of those pubs sometimes…in the future.
We can escape the maze of little pathways and come out in the heart of the woods. But it’s so dark!!! I have two mini-torches. He uses his phone for torchlight. I need to buy him some proper wellington boots. The woods are so muddy after all the rain we have had. I am dreading what will happen if one of us slips and ends up covered with mud!
But it is kind of romantic…walking hand in hand in dark forest, me clinging to him. Such a turn out. The two of us like teenagers, sneaking off into the woods! Not hiding from our parents as such, just hiding from the world.
It is so nice that we have this little bubble for the moment. Lots of chats, lots of fun, lots of kissing. It’s working well! Well, for the most part! We had a slight interruption to our plans this week, but I am just too tired to think about it right now. I will tell you about it another day.
Thank you for replying within seconds although you know I should be asleep.
I know I ought to know better, I am an adult now. But it still means so much that when I feel a bit overwhelmed I can reach over to my phone and type a quick message and almost instantly you have read my worries and can return to me words of comfort and encouragement.
Thank you for being on the end of the phone at all sorts of strange hours. For caring enough to know that I could not sleep, and I needed to hear from you.
Thank you for reading in between the lines of my cheerful chatter and asking me why I was still awake. Thank you for probing until I confessed something was on my mind.
Thank you for taking it in your stride and reacting calmly, giving me clear advice that I would think about all night and remember the following morning.
I am trying to get out of the habit of sending you midnight messages. But you are my closest friend. you know secrets I have not been able to share elsewhere.
I find myself thinking of you last thing at night, wanting to tell you the events of the day. After a series of midnight messages between us, the comfort eases my heart and I often fall asleep waiting for another reply from you.
I had a wonderful time the past three days with him. But I blacked out again. It was crushing to realize what had happened. It’s the first time it has happened in almost three months. I am alright physically, just feeling a bit fragile because he had a taster of what life can be like after my head injuries.
Thank you for the midnight messages. I think I will be able to fall asleep now. I miss you so much. I am so glad to have you as my friend. I don’t know what I would do without you. I am so glad I have had you in my life…I don’t really want to ever lose you.