In less than 5 months I shall be 50. At Andy's insistence - and who am I to argue with a man who had the gritty tenacity to diet for a whole year so successfully - there are to be pre-50th birthday treats leading up to the occasion itself. Already I have flown with owls. Well, not literally flown because I think that flying is best left to creatures that are naturally equipped to deal with it i.e birds, and in this case owls. But I have been on an owl flying experience day. And it was fab!
And now the second birthday surprise has been revealed, mostly because Andy is rubbish at keeping secrets. I was very good and didn't ask, but this week he blurted out, 'I'm taking you to Hampton Court Flower Show!' which kind of gave the game away.
Now this might not seem very exciting to you, you crazy Malarkey bunch of jet-setting social butterflies, but it is very exciting to me a) because I have never been to a proper posh flower show before and b) I love Hampton Court Palace.
We are going in July which isn't that far away now despite the weather still suggesting we are barely out of Winter. And what I need to know now is - should I wear a hat? Somehow I feel attendance at a posh flower show requires the wearing of a hat. And this is rather worrying to me because I don't do hats. I have completely the wrong shaped head/ face/ hair for hats. Could I get away with a little lacy parasol instead, maybe? Or a fascinator? But what if I wear a fascinator and get followed around by bees because they think I am wearing a giant flower on my head? Not that I mind bees, of course. Being a bee-keeper type person I am fairly well acquainted with the bee even though they constantly pull the wool over my eyes with their minxy double- crossing behaviour. But I don't want to draw attention to myself, do I? Well, not until I have converted my small writing triumph into a four book deal with film rights anyway, and if my current rate of progress is any indicator of timescale, that won't be until I am 87.
I did some writing today. I was going to edit 'Duck When The Boom Swings' with a view to putting it in the Much Malarkey Manor library, but I couldn't because I have it saved in a Microsoft word document and my current desk top 'puter doesn't have Microsoft word. It has some other bizarre word processing programme used by maybe only nine other people on the entire planet. Anyway, I was able to read DWTBS but not edit it, which was frustrating because I was really in the zone for editing something surreal, but hey! I am a writer! And therefore adaptable!!
So I muttered a bit, took a few photos of Flora rolling around in the sun, made some tea, ate a Jaffa cake, hoovered, played three rounds of Mah-Jong Titans, had a couple of conversations with some Twitter chums, watered the greenhouse plants, watered the patio plants, collected an egg, cursed the weather (especially the thunderstorm that happened pretty much as soon as I had watered all the plants), squeezed the gooseberries to see how close they are to being ready to be picked and being put in a crumble, collected the recycling bin from where the bin men had left it blocking the drive AGAIN, and then I set to editing 'Clive and Min' which I began writing Lord knows how long ago and like enormously but haven't a clue where it is going plot-wise.
But it was writing, wasn't it? And that's what's important.
And it took my mind off my hat angst.
Also this week I purchased a pair of capri pants! How Continental is that, eh? Never owned a pair of Capri pants before but now I've lost a little more weight I thought I'd go a bit trouser crazy. It'll be hot pants next, just you wait and see!
I have also been trying to re-home some of our massive collection of tomato plants but with little success. Having used up our entire stock of large pots, therefore, we have decided that tomorrow we are going to acquire some gro-bags and - get this - branch out into the front garden! Well, it's standing room only round the back now, so why not? I do a bit of work out there pretty much every day now, if only to pick rosemary beetles off the lavender and flick them into the road, so I should remember to water the tomato plants.
A busy weekend lies ahead. Hope yours is a good one, too! 😃