MrsM, domestic failure

Dido goes shopping in Waitrose

I want to tell you that this weekend
has been a tranquil experience,
creating a harmonious space
for my beloved and grateful family.
that I have drifted through sunlit rooms,
at all times present in the moment.

But it has not been like that.
Not at all.

It feels as though I have spent
the entire weekend buying stuff,
carrying stuff, unpacking stuff,
stuffing stuff into my stuffed house.
And although I bought a wagon load of food
somehow there was nothing to eat for lunch.
I've lost my domestic rhythm somewhere.
I hope it has not gone forever.
Let me know if you find it.

Meanwhile

...Mwanza, near the Equator,
MasterM is messaging his parents...

MasterM
Just so you know,
I have come up to Lake Victoria.
My mate had a return ticket
that he couldn't use so I took it.
In Mwanza now.
I have a first class sleeper cabin
tonight across the lake.
Should be an experience!!

MrsM to MrM
Where even is Lake Victoria?

MrM to MrsM
DO NOT GOOGLE IT

but MrsM does...
and spends the rest of the evening
thinking about life jackets and crocodiles.
It's not easy being the mother of MasterM.

The Jolly Girls' Outing

HelenandCarolineandJaneandme
had another day out at the
Chelsea Physic Garden!
It was the most beautiful sunny day
and there were irresistible vistas at every turn.

This time our outing was strictly educational
and we were very focused on our primary objective
which was lunch in the wonderful cafe.

People, if you live in or near London
eat at the Chelsea Physic Garden. Just do it.

Think beautiful salads and eye-popping cakes
served on scrubbed pine tables
decorated with red treacle tins filled with paeonies.

We were so committed that we sat down immediately
and waited until lunchtime, filling the time
with educational commentary and analysis of
the fashion for orange nail polish and suchlike.

After lunch we wandered around
and Jane, who is a serious gardener, advised us all
and Helen listened intently because she has a new garden.

I got a bit distracted by a shameless magpie
who decided to have a bath right next to me.
and Caroline became obsessed with the huge cat
who lives on the garden compost heap.

All in all it was another fab day out
and I am so grateful to have a group of friends
who share my passions for roses, cake and nail polish.

Things you need to know

If there is a fire alarm
we have to gather under
the Duke of York's column.
I'm not bragging but
my Fire Assembly Point is bigger
than your Fire Assembly Point.
Yes?

*****

At the base of this column there is a tiny grave stone for Giro the alsatian who died in 1934. Giro was the much loved companion of the German ambassador Herr L. von Hoesch in 8-9 Carlton House Terrace, now home of the Royal Society, which housed the German Embassy before the war. The ambassador himself died two years later and his funeral cortege was awarded full military honours as it travelled through London en route to Dover. If you watch this YouTube clip you will see the procession go down the steps in my photograph with the coffin covered by the Nazi flag.

*****

Thank you for all your comments recently,
I wanted to hug every single one of you
for the smiles you have left in my comment box
but I have been fully engaged cooking for MasterM.
He is now back in Tanzania being looked after by
Rafiki the Cook and VeryNice the Housekeeper,
I hope that they don't spoil him.

A particular welcome to Barb and Laura from Virginia,
such generous and unexpected comments!
Squeeze up everyone, make room on the sofa.

Thanks to sweet Paola who comments every day
and leaves sunshine from Positano behind.
I think I owe you a paeony, Paola,
I'm working on it.

*****

A Storm of Roses

Here are my roses, warmed by sunshine.

The pale pink rose that scrambles against the fence
and the wild rose that falls in cascades from next door.

The blowsy pink rose draped in the apple tree,
the shell pink rose growing through Canterbury Bells.

Lush petals, bright stamens, sweet fragrance,
I walk up and down, trying to fix the memory
of this quiet garden before the rain.

In time the memory will blur and I will forget
the day, and the rain, and the names of the roses
but this is how it was on that June afternoon.

The Sum of the Parts

In which we have a barbecue in the garden.

We drank Pimms by the jug, of course.
MissM is the family Pimms mixologist.

Meanwhile, MasterM was chef for the day
and everything was perfectly marinaded and cooked.
MrM stood by to learn advanced skills.

MrsM did the salads and remembered too late
that she had eaten the emergency peanuts
so had to improvise with pumpkin seeds.
Nobody died.

The strawberries were left to warm in the sun
while we cooked marshmallows
on the last of the coals.

It is so rare and precious that we are all together
and it was perfect.
All of it.

MasterM, Bibliophile

Man Reading

John Singer Sargent

MasterM will be setting off for a period in the bush soon. His main concern is not heat, flies or chance meetings with rhinos but having nothing to read. MrsM suggests a kindle and MasterM politely declines on the basis that a kindle does not fit his image. MrsM retreats gracefully and recommends the excellent local hospice book shop.

After a concentrated half hour MasterM left the shop with the following books:

As I Walked Out One Midsummer Morning

Laurie Lee

Born Free

Joy Adamson

Out of Africa

Karen Blixen

Jock of the Bushveld

Percy Fitzpatrick

Cry, Beloved Country

Alan Paton

Hangover Square

Patrick Hamilton

Dubliners

James Joyce

Burmese Days

George Orwell

One Hundred Years of Solitude

Gabriel Garcia Marquez

Beware of the Dog

Brian Moore

The Night of the Generals

Hans Kelmut Kirst

Ice Cold in Alex

Christopher Landon

Ill Met by Moonlight

Stanley Moss

The Great Escape

Paul Brickhill

633 Squadron

Frederick E. Smith

The Dirty Dozen

E.J. Nathanson

The Blue Max

Jack D. Hunter

The Dambusters Raid

John Sweetman

MASH

Richard Hooker

The Colditz Story

P.R. Reid

I can remember talking to a teacher when MasterM was 10 and expressing concern that he did not enjoy reading. The teacher, who was old and wise, reassured me that, although MasterM was not reading the sort of books I expected him to read, he did in fact read a great deal. When I thought about it later I realised that he read newspapers, particularly the sports sections, and non fiction books including war stories but he did not read Heidi, Little Women or Jane Eyre which I subconsciously expected him to enjoy because I had when I was his age. After that I let him get on with making his own choices and I have ended up with a son who reads voraciously. Sometimes, parenting by neglect can work wonders.

No Mango

MrsM
Did you have fruit salad for breakfast, MrM?

MrM
Yes! It was delicious!

MrsM
Why did you scoop all of the
mango, grapes and blueberries from the top
and leave the kiwi fruit at the bottom?

MrM
It was an accident, honestly.
I didn't mean to do it.
I thought I had stirred it up.
I had no idea there was kiwi fruit at the bottom.

MasterM
I am very disappointed in you.
There is such a thing as Fruit Salad Etiquette.

#NoProIroMo

MrsM
There is a huge pile of ironing in my future.

BB
Just do the damn ironing.

MrsM
It's more complicated than that.

BB
Yes, you and the ironing seem to have a deep-rooted issue.

MrsM ponders this valuable insight
and decides that June will be the month of
No Procrastination, Iron More.
She feels gloomy already.

Coded : Decoded

Prism at the Mall Galleries

Diana Barrett
Silver Linings : Moving On

I was lucky enough to meet Gina on Friday
who was stewarding and exhibiting
at the Mall Galleries on the Mall,
just underneath my office building.

Judith Hammond
Helen and Douglas House Dress

Prism is a premier group of contemporary embroiderers
and the standard of exhibits is very high.
with innovative materials and techniques
on display throughout the gallery.

Consuelo Simpson
Hidden Histories: Fences and Hedges

There was a lovely atmosphere while I was there,
a hum of enthusiasm and intense concentration.
Ladies peering at details very closely
and making sketches in their project books.

Nithikul Nimkimrat
The White Light

I had the Curator's Guided Tour
with Gina explaining about dissolvable this and mesh that
until my image of embroidery hoops
had vanished into yesterday's news.

Jacqui  Parkinson
In Memory

Afterwards we sat on stripey deckchairs in St James's Park
and told each other about the things that had happened
since we last met. We could have talked all afternoon
but Gina had to be back on duty so it was speed-chat.

Beverly Ayling-Smith
Mendings

I have met so many talented people through blogging...
jewellers, quilters, knitters and crocheters;
gardeners, cooks, writers and photographers.
It is always a privilege to meet them
but it is unusual to get a chance see their work.

Alice Fox
A Language of  Leaves : Narratives

Here are Gina's masks, portraying the complexities
of human emotion and expression
and the challenges that autistic people
must overcome to decode the people around them
and respond appropriately.

Gina Ferrrari
Mixed Emotions I and II

It was so lovely to see you Gina...
looking forward to next year already!

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PS : I apologise for the poor quality photos,
I only had my phone camera with me
and it does not work well at low light levels.