A Hard Decision is Made

Julia as Lifeguard – Britannia Pier, Great Yarmouth

I’ve been trying to get this started most of the fay, but things kept intruding. Some intrusions were welcome, such as  Whatsapp calls from Number One Son in Norwich and Number Two Son in Toronto, or a cream tea made from a Cornish High Tea in a Box I’d ordered last week to mark our 35th Wedding Anniversary (after 35 years I’m definitely running short on ideas). We had pasties when it arrived on Thursday and were then too busy to do much else apart from nibbling the biscuits with our tea. This afternoon we finally got round to the scones with clotted cream and jam and tonight we are having the last two pasties with roasted vegetables (carrots, leeks, broccoli, potatoes fro those who are interested). That just leaves us with a few Cornish teabags (yes, they grow tea in Cornwall) and that will be it. They also grow tea in Scotland. For a while we grew tea in Nottinghamshire but although the tea plants survived they didn’t really thrive. This, to be fair, was due to shortcomings in the care, rather than the plants themselves.

I have also had to break for things like sorting stuff to take tomorrow, buying a new bed and writing, though not much writing today.

Things that make me happy – Number One – Julia at a tearoom

Yes, I said buying a new bed. The bedrooms aren’t really up to taking an extended Victorian iron bedstead and because I have always told Julia this move is to give her the house she deserves, instead of one that I use as a warehouse and workshop, I have decided that we should have space to walk around the bedroom and taken one of the most painful decisions of my life.

What makes it more bearable is that when you buy an antique bed, there is a good chance that you will at least get your money back. When we come to sell the beds we are currently buying we will be lucky if we get their value in firewood.

Julia, Sutton-on-Sea. Can you spot a theme running through my photography?

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    1. quercuscommunity Post author

      Thirty four years ago someone told us we would never last as we were always arguing. We are still arguing and if asked, neither of us could tell you why some marriages last and some don’t. It’s a mystery. It’s certainly not because I’m rich, successful or pleasant. Or well groomed.

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