Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Preparing for a Darby and Joan romantic celebration
I am sitting here with a glass of Dubonnet!
Very soothing and cheering.
It has been one of those days - hard to focus on the present day because we must make plans for the next day.
We will only be away for 2 nights - but the days of putting a change of underclothes and a toothbrush in a bag have gone.
There are all our prescribed medications and my wee bags and the larger wee night bag, etc etc.
We have now assembled everything and have chatted with Frieda about feeding Harry.
And even though we will have such a short break there is that feeling of nervousness because we are going away - leaving our nest.
But I am glad we are going.
We shall feel relaxed and happy to explore another area quite close to home that we don't know very well.
We will explore Hastings tomorrow - including a trip up the recently restored East Cliff railway.
We want to look at Rye - the small town and the harbour, now some distance away.
Winchelsea, too, was right by the sea but now is some distance from its beach.
On Friday we will visit Bodiam castle once again - it must be 30 years since we went before.
It is a National Trust property, so this time we can enjoy the castle at no extra charge.
The village, where we are staying is Icklesham. It has a windmill on a hill with good views. It is now a recording studio owned by Paul McCartney, who lives nearby. I hope we will have time to walk up to the windmill.
Today, at last I posted the violin.
We have decided that most of the money that was paid for it should be donated to charity.
It was dad's violin when he was a boy and so the money will go to an institution that he had been involved with - Camfield at the Quaker meeting house in Ifield. This is a housing association providing rooms and flatlets for people needing some support to get back on their feet after various life crises.
Only yesterday we were talking with Julie at the shop about ensuring that various charities benefited just a little from our wheeling and dealing.
She admired the fact that when we had finished with something - in other words, decided that we couldn't sell it - then we were happy to allow a charity shop to have a try.
Julie just couldn't bring herself to do it - although she bemoaned the fact that some of her stuff had been sitting on the shelves for a very long time.
I did a shop blog today.
http://pilgrimsantiquesweststreetdorking.blogspot.com/
Well, this time tomorrow we will be in our little converted barn.
It looks so like the place we stayed in for our last little holiday in Kent last October, I think I shall be surprised not to have the same surroundings.
There will be no blog for the next 2 nights.
Sad that our lap top has not yet been replaced - because we would have access to WiFi in this little barn.
If we return - which I have a feeling we will, then maybe we will make sure we have a lap top with us. But that's all for the future.
When I next write a blog I shall be married to an old man!
I think we can't avoid such thoughts as we celebrate Bill's birthday.
It is both wonderful to get old and also scary!
Very soothing and cheering.
It has been one of those days - hard to focus on the present day because we must make plans for the next day.
We will only be away for 2 nights - but the days of putting a change of underclothes and a toothbrush in a bag have gone.
There are all our prescribed medications and my wee bags and the larger wee night bag, etc etc.
We have now assembled everything and have chatted with Frieda about feeding Harry.
And even though we will have such a short break there is that feeling of nervousness because we are going away - leaving our nest.
But I am glad we are going.
We shall feel relaxed and happy to explore another area quite close to home that we don't know very well.
We will explore Hastings tomorrow - including a trip up the recently restored East Cliff railway.
We want to look at Rye - the small town and the harbour, now some distance away.
Winchelsea, too, was right by the sea but now is some distance from its beach.
On Friday we will visit Bodiam castle once again - it must be 30 years since we went before.
It is a National Trust property, so this time we can enjoy the castle at no extra charge.
The village, where we are staying is Icklesham. It has a windmill on a hill with good views. It is now a recording studio owned by Paul McCartney, who lives nearby. I hope we will have time to walk up to the windmill.
Today, at last I posted the violin.
We have decided that most of the money that was paid for it should be donated to charity.
It was dad's violin when he was a boy and so the money will go to an institution that he had been involved with - Camfield at the Quaker meeting house in Ifield. This is a housing association providing rooms and flatlets for people needing some support to get back on their feet after various life crises.
Only yesterday we were talking with Julie at the shop about ensuring that various charities benefited just a little from our wheeling and dealing.
She admired the fact that when we had finished with something - in other words, decided that we couldn't sell it - then we were happy to allow a charity shop to have a try.
Julie just couldn't bring herself to do it - although she bemoaned the fact that some of her stuff had been sitting on the shelves for a very long time.
I did a shop blog today.
http://pilgrimsantiquesweststreetdorking.blogspot.com/
Well, this time tomorrow we will be in our little converted barn.
It looks so like the place we stayed in for our last little holiday in Kent last October, I think I shall be surprised not to have the same surroundings.
There will be no blog for the next 2 nights.
Sad that our lap top has not yet been replaced - because we would have access to WiFi in this little barn.
If we return - which I have a feeling we will, then maybe we will make sure we have a lap top with us. But that's all for the future.
When I next write a blog I shall be married to an old man!
I think we can't avoid such thoughts as we celebrate Bill's birthday.
It is both wonderful to get old and also scary!
