There have been some busy days at Chez Josephine since we last conversed. I write this with some lingering side effects of a rare night out last night, and I am most definitely not a fan of these side effects.....ranging from shaky, to weak, to spritely and then back to generally rotten. Of course I shan't learn my lesson, as I love a good tipple with friends and laughter.
We went to a charity ball and Casino night to raise money for Cystic Fibrosis. I had to wear a dress, and looked very much like a girl!
When you wear a dress, men seem to treat you a little bit differently. They hold doors and are much more chivalrous. My man is chivalrous all the time, and takes pride in the old fashioned way, and so I know I'm a lucky girl indeed, and love him for it. He always carries all of the shopping bags, unless I super insist on taking my equal share, as I take pride in independence! But love the chivalry all the same.
In a bid to hold on to my Jo'ness, and in a huge nod to my red baseball boot wearing Dad (at ANY occasion), I did something that appalled my first born, and "ruined" my outfit with sensible shoes.
How those ladies managed in their skyscrapers is a marvel to me. There was jiving and twisting and all kinds of jigging going on in those huge heels. I can't even walk straight in them, without looking like I've suffered some kind of accident. And my trotters were most comfortable, not at all achy or damaged, and were very happy with my choice of adornment.
I played '21', but didn't really get it.
My perhaps favourite part was the illusionist I encountered, who tricked me good 'nd proper, and is stood next to daper man. Man asked me to knit him a daisy to wear, as the family who organised the event did so in the honour of their beautiful 5 year old little girl called Daisy. I knitted him a poppy last November, and he won't take it off his coat, and proudly wears it every day.
We stayed with some very kind and hospitable friends, and so I woke up in a new place.
After a lovely cooked breakfast, I was pleased to get home, as the effects were kicking in and, well, there's no place like home. Once in and full of hot healing tea, I battled on and spent some time in the garden, taking up the sweetpeas and chopping back some aggressive black bamboo. When I cut the bamboo, I very quickly put all evidence in the garden bin before man sees. He's very precious over this bamboo, but it's taking over and blocking the sun getting to lots of other garden lovelies. He didn't seem to notice. I'm trying to make an effort not to forget the garden exists now that the weather is turning, though today was glorious! I usually lose interest about now, and let things get a bit out if control.
The girls, who stayed with my mum, had called in for The Moo, and precisely 11:09am, as we got home at 12:30....so the afternoon was very quiet, with good pottering.
A lovely friend called in on Friday with two beautiful Spanish glasses she brought me home from a holiday. I love them.
And just after my glasses were delivered, Emily Monkey Socks came home with a gift for me too.
There's lots more to tell, but I figured I should probably sleep and let my body recover from Saturday night antics.
Oh, but quickly.....and perhaps most importantly, I have loadsa readers!! Thanks to Hettie, there's been positively masses of traffic and lots of fabulous words of encouragement, and I've loved every single one. Tomorrow hopefully will bring some time for replies. Made me happy xXx