Dinner Party? What Dinner Party?
The dishes are done, glasses have been put away, and a quick shove and push with the vacuum cleaner has made short work of the crumbs. The party was mildly amusing, not the sort where I need to sparkle and impress with my wonderful hostessy skills. Here's a tip you probably won't need: always invite a chatty person/couple to offset the quieter one. They'll do most of your work for you. All you need to do is provide decent food and a lavish pouring hand, and you're home and dry. (For those of you who asked: I gave them lemon and garlic chicken as a main course and stayed with a bought tart for dessert.)
The tablecloth is my pride and joy. It is genuine handmade lace, which I bought for the price of an apple and an egg - metaphorically speaking - in an old lady's down-sizing garage sale. It had been in her family for many years and she was glad to see it go to an appreciative home. She said that very few people want to bother with table cloths and even fewer covet lace.
Although it rained yesterday morning, Gardener turned up and he tidied and mulched a couple of flower beds while I got last year's dahlias out of hibernation. I put them into damp potting compost in a sheltered spot in the shed, where, I hope, they will soon sprout. I actually left some in the ground last winter and these too are showing signs of life. The tender green shoots need protecting during cold nights, I simply put an upside down plastic flower pot over them.
No rain yet today,
if you had this view from your upstairs window on an April afternoon,
would you feel joy?
Yes, me too.
Tomorrow is the last day of this week long experiment in finding some occasion for joy every day. I can recommend it, all this self-absorption may be boring for the reader but for me it's been quite salutary. Even a misery-guts can force herself to see the glass half-full.