Sunday Musings

I’m feeling sorry for myself at the moment as I have developed a cold, again, and I cannot take the ‘old favourite’ drugs of choice that used to be available to me and enabled me to enter the sublime, drug-induced otherworld of a dry nose, comatose head and numbed throat, a place where there is no coughing!!!! I miss it so much. So I sit here feeling sorry for myself and sipping my vitamin C drink.

Here’s an idea! Perhaps I could take my feelings out on someone else. Laurence is sitting next to me... but maybe not. Looking out our study window, I see two darling, young, black birds poking around the lawn having an evening meal. I am also listening to some rather good Latin/American-type music with a newly washed, brushed and fluffy Missi-moo on my lap. I had a great time singing in church this morning and I have spent the day relaxing, in and out of the beautiful sunshine we had today, etc, etc. The prospect of a glass of champagne and a hot bath with Laurence on the agenda for tonight... Maybe I should stop complaining.

Great news for those interested. Lyn Flewelling is at the editing stage of a 4th Nightrunner book and Diana Gabaldon is writing her 7th Outlander book and both have promised there will be more to come. Both series of books are centred around truly passionate lovers, in Lyn’s case they are male but in Diana’s they are most assuredly male and female. Both love stories are decidedly wonderful and I look forward to the new novels.

Christmas is nearly upon us and our pantry has a new section marked ‘Christmas stock’. This is a most exciting improvement over our Christmases past of last minute panicking, long queues and parking problems, and will take the pressure off the days coming up to Christmas.

A few pics above or below as the case may be, I have no control over this (well I’m sure I have if I knew how the hell to do it), are from our visit to an open, historic garden during Bathurst’s Garden Festival. The property is called Blair Athol and their were 4 Mercedes cars in the garages. The garden was gorgeous and a good 5 minutes from our house. I love Bathurst!