Sue in Suffolk said she'd like to see what treasures (as yet still in one piece) are on my dresser(s), so here is the top shelf of the white dresser in the kitchen.
This only gets lit up at Christmas but looks so pretty with the lights shining against the mirror, that I should do it more often.
This is a little Gaudy Welsh jug early 19th C, with a Hydra-head handle.
A cute little Hornsea jug with another pretty bunbun sitting on it.
My mum (in the middle) with her two sisters.
A Past Times mirror in need of dusting!
One of a handful of photos of my horse Fahly at Pony Club Camp one year, Gabby in the saddle.
A lovely Lemon & Crute (Devon pottery) bowl that Pam spotted at Malvern when we went together and which I couldn't resist.
Now this is something very special. I bought it for £28 from my friend Simon. It is a piece of WWI trench art. I had to buy it as when I picked it up, I suddenly burst into tears. Whoever had made it for his mum, sweetheart or whoever, had not come home and that piece had been held and loved and cried over for a generation or more. Look at how the pattern along the bottom has been worn from years of handling. What I felt didn't surprize me - I am an empath and can easily feel emotions and feelings at a deep level. This connecting with an item is called Clairtangency and I've had it a few times, but never as strongly as this. I won't mention the other occasions as you are probably already raising your eyebrows and shaking your heads, but they have happened, unbidden.
Right, I took myself by the scruff today and baked a Lemon Drizzle cake as we have friends coming to visit tomorrow, and I have polished the kitchen table with Briwax, so that's nice and shiny again. I want to get all the other furniture polished before Christmas as it's not been done since we moved, and yet I used to do it regularly at Ynyswen.
Whilst I had the table top cleared, I wrapped the rest of the presents.
I have also worked out a system of tieing the brakes in place on the upstairs wheelchair - my hands and wrists have started getting painful because of me having to hold the brakes on (they don't fix like the other wheelchair). So a couple of cable ties have been brought into use and you can just slide them off when you release the brakes. Hope it stops me getting Carpel Tunnel Syndrome.
The delivery of the stuff for my concrete greenhouse base took place this morning. If the weather is OK on Wednesday, a start will be made. Progress.
Keith has also improved since giving dairy up - especially excess saliva which is a thing of the past now. He is even managing to turn so much better (believe me he was finding it almost impossible last thing at night) so long may it continue, touch wood . . .