I’m still in bed with the dog snoozing beside me, but in no hurry to get up.
It looks like it’s going to be a dry day, so that means a walk along the prom later.
Temperatures are dropping though, and the heating is kicking in early, but at least we wake up to a warm house.
Years ago in the council house we had no heating other than a coal fire in the lounge, though us kids did have an electric bar fire in the bedroom which was turned off after we’d got in bed. Getting up it was damn cold, so it was always at the last minute and a rush job as it helped us keep warm. I remember making my bed quickly hoping to retain the heat for the following night, but it never worked!!
No plans as such today, though I might get the card making kit out as I was looking through my reserves for a birthday card for a friend at SW and actually don’t have that many!
When I started making them all those years ago, I would put together between 10 and 20 every session, and one year not knowing what to give the Mums for Christmas, I set to and made them a dozen each that they could dispense to friends or family as they saw fit. No two were identical and even though some of the kits I had then were in pads of four or six of several designs, I’d put different backing on or use a different coloured or sized card.
MIL said she never got hers, so we had to think again and I took it up with the Post Office for undelivered mail, receiving a book of 12 first class stamps for my trouble.
I won’t be sending out a lot of birthday cards next year, but it’s always nice to have a selection to hand. I gave one to a lady who had recently moved here earlier in the year as she was celebrating her birthday on her own. It’s wonderful how having a dog opens up so many conversations and the potential for making new friends and acquaintances.
Sundays bring forth several favoured challenges, and Hubby has mentioned again that I seem to fill my blog more with those than original posts of my own. This is true in a way, though my takes on photoprompts or word combinations are basically from the recesses of the grey matter between my ears. It’s unusual not to get any inspiration at all, even if it’s only a whimsical caption or a couple of sentences, something usually clicks.
Chicken curry for dinner today, so even that won’t be too taxing. I can’t remember the last time I did a full roast as it is so rare to do one for the two of us any day, let alone on a Sunday. It was always tradition when I was growing up though to have a Sunday roast with all the trimmings including stuffing and yorkshire puds even though we didn’t have beef. I never perfected the Top Hats, though was told the tip was to have ‘blue’ smoking fat when you added your batter mix. I did it once though and they were great, all height and empty centres, so I cheat now and buy the small frozen ones if I want them.
Thinking back over the years it’s funny how times and tastes have changed. Roles are different in the household and there are no His and Hers jobs, especially here. Next door used to call them pink and blue jobs, though she says they are all mauve now. Hubby thinks nothing of pushing the hoover, doing the laundry or washing the dishes. Mind you, that doesn’t mean to say I’ll be getting outside to cut the grass (which is too wet anyway) or paint the gates.
Basically though, we do most things together but I do seem to come off lightest. Lucky me!