After a stressful week that ended with another rejection on the house front, I am picking myself up and dusting myself down by looking at the happy highlights that nestled within the annoyingness.
On Valentines Day Syd picked me a daisy. It beats any over priced bouquet of red roses. Who doesn’t want a hand plucked wild flower from their tiny son – and no need to play ‘He loves me, he loves me not’ because I know the answer already.
After a chilly walk – the perfect pub chips. Crispy outsides, soft middles and a scattering of salt. One portion between three, fingers squabbling their way into the pot, accusations of greed. I should have got us a pot each, I will next time now I know how good they are. (The New Inn at Cerne Abbas if you need to try them for yourself)
And finally Spring is in the air. The weather all week was oppressively grey, school runs bleak and drenching – then Saturday the sun shone and the blue sky returned. A walk to a nearby park saw us spot crocuses and snowdrops in bloom, and daffodils near to bursting yellow. A bright sky gives you a lift doesn’t it? And soon the warmth will follow too. I look forward to cardigan weather, my thick knit jumpers are starting to make me feel scratchy as my skin yearns to be able to breathe.
And while I dream of houses, the row of little terraced ones pictured here always appealed – overlooking a huge square of open space, not even a pavement between them and parkland. Cosy, but with that outside your front door who needs a large space inside. So one of them please Universe, or maybe two knocked together if you are feeling generous….
Love Miss Cisco XXX