Feeling spoilt

 

These BEAUTIFUL flowers arrived today.  I was stunned - then I realized what day it was, despite thinking about this date for the last week.  This would have been Keith and my 36th wedding anniversary. I had to quickly turn away from the deliveryman so he wouldn't see my tears, though he certainly heard them in my choked "thankyou".  The card read "Dad would want you to have flowers today - love, T, G & D."  I have the most thoughtful and loving children and am blessed. 

I have the slow cooker on with Hungarian Goulash nearly ready in it and have just put on the veg. Would you believe, the Broccoli I bought for 8p the week before Christmas is still perfectly fine to use and nowhere near discolouring.  Just goes to show that the stuff we normally buy and never even lasts the week is close to being ready to chuck when we buy it.

Tonight I am going to have a bottle of Weston's premium Organic cider and lift a glass to Keith.  Whilst he was still able to travel and walk, we often went to look around the Antique Shops in Leominster, as there's not many places to go for a day out in early January.  No chance of my heading that way today though, as quite apart from the weather, I didn't get the car back until 4 p.m.

Strangely, I happened to look up my waste-of-rations ex-husband today (before I'd realized the date) and found that he had died back in October.  He was 75 and I was surprised he'd made that age as he was a heavy smoker and never wore a mask when he was spraying cars. I felt nothing.  It was like he had never existed.  We had to meet up with him when Keith and I were moving to Wales, as he was co-signatory as an executor with me of dad's will and we needed his signature before selling my old family home so mum could follow us to Wales.  He refused, just to be blardy-minded and awkward, saying that he didn't think it was in my mum's best interests. Oh goodness, I knew that Keith was about to punch him, and had to grab his arm.  We left, but fortunately his girlfriend had a word with him and he changed his mind and came out to sign before we drove away. Keith and I were together for several years (and had Tam) waiting for the5 years to be up before my divorce could come through.  Once again, he did that on purpose, "barsteward" . . .

Today has been another day of cracking on with jobs which should have been done a LONG time ago.  This is one side of a border for a quilt I made and nearly finished before Covid . . .  These are now going to be hand quilted.  I finished the 2nd side when Keith was so ill. I haven't been able to face working on it again since then.

This booklet of Beatrix Potter x-stitch designs (I won't do the birth chart sampler with all of them) also surfaced today and I am going to start on Peter Rabbit as soon as I have finished brown Santa.  I also found a little envelope of spare embroidery threads which I have wound onto spools now too.

I bet I don't have half the colours!, but I do have plenty of 14 count Aida.

This is the new colour (Verdigris) going up in the guest bedroom.  Pretty with the sun on it  The elderly matt white and blue are going. Tea is ready now.  Keep warm.