From the weekend
I don’t know about you, but I had a lovely weekend. It’s currently Sunday morning at 5.30, except that’s really 4.30, but that doesn’t matter. The earlier I get up, the more time I have for the day. My weekend started on Friday, which you may have noticed was my birthday. My husband certainly noticed, and the day began with breakfast where the table and kitchen were strewn with glitter paper, the bears were invited, and we had yoghurt, fruit, honey and homemade meringues.
During the day, I spent some time on my writing work, in this case, preparing a blog post about my next project, which you can find here. As the breakfast came with a bottle of Cava, the morning was a little wobbly, but I soon sobered up when lunch came around; bangers and mash. It was accompanied by a bouquet of flowers. Later, in the afternoon, after the homemade birthday cake, I did an online piano lesson with godson #2, and later, a video chat with the family where he played me happy birthday and a tune from Phantom of the Opera. That fitted with the present I had bought myself; a model kit of Jekyll as Hyde, which is now waiting in line with my Wolfman and a second Phantom. (The first is in the sitting room with the Invisible Man.)
I was thoroughly spoiled, had so many messages on Facebook it was impossible to reply to them all (thank you!), and Neil wouldn’t let me do a thing, though I did have to put the washing out as it was a good drying day, it was only three things, so no great hardship. I was on a walk the day before and passed by where we used to live, right up at Ag. Triada. I passed under a tunnel attached to our old house and remembered a photo Amanda (of the Windmill fame) took around the time of my birthday 18 years ago when I’d just turned 40. I posted my photo, and she came back with the one she had taken all those years ago. It feels like only last week.
On Saturday, I was able to spend all morning on the next part of my new novel, which is now up to 100,000 words, and I still have a fair amount of story to write, and I found myself researching the Express d’Orient train journey towards the end of the 19th century. I also found some interesting advertising from the 1890 Russian Flu pandemic and spent a couple of hours in the National newspaper Archives happily getting lost in reports and personals.
Sunday has only just started, and I am not sure how the birthday weekend is to finish. Probably with some sofa surfing and maybe a short walk later. Tomorrow, it’s back to the routine one year older but just as content as I was when I was 57.
