A bit of a strange week this week. I feel like I have been in limbo - still do in fact. T went back home on Monday. G moved flats on Wednesday (fortunately we didn't need to help as she had a friend with transport), and next week D goes solo back-packing in Europe. I am not worried, repeat, I am not worried. If I say it enough I may just believe the rhetoric . . .
I have finished the anti-biotics now but I'm not sure if I am "right" yet. I'm not coughing, but still needing to clear my chest, still on double the medication (steroid inhaler), still having to take Anti-histamines to keep my chest clear/help my breathing. I went for a short walk with my OH yesterday and KNEW I wouldn't get back up the hill, so he had to come and get the car to chariot me home. Mind you, we both felt tired before we started, so it was probably a bad idea all round!
Anyway, I was intending to write another bit about moving to Wales (the horses this time), but the scanner isn't working and all the photos came out woolly, so I shall have to try again later.
Meanwhile, my "collection" of two pieces of Devonware pottery (Dartmouth Pottery/Torquay Pottery etc) has grown apace in the last few weeks, with various charity shop and car boot finds. It is very cheap at present, having been very expensive until a few years ago, so I shall buy it whilst I can afford it!
Spot the oddball one . . . has a kosher backstamp of Royal Torquay Pottery but I am very dubious about the "sprayed" on green at the bottom and the "wrong" cream (more yellow) and its size . . . D'you reckon there are fakes out there? Looking things up on-line, Forster and Hunt at Honiton made stuff VERY similar to this, but I presume NOT with a Royal Torquay Pottery backstamp? The little Pepper pot beside it is an early one (about 1905 I think). My favourites are the plate behind it and the square milk jug, both bought cheaply at last week's Fleamarket. I love the connection with my Devon roots.
