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Jul. 8th, 2007 06:23 pmIt's been a lovely day today and I was really looking forward to messing about with my plants in the yard. I had to spend the morning doing things like the washing and cleaning the kitchen but I planned a leisurely afternoon with my plants.
Sadly Charles has been sooo miserable and grumpy lately that he actually refused outright to come out and help me, which is not at all like him and I couldn't ask John because his back isn't right yet.. OK, I could manage on my own, even if I couldn't do exactly everything I wanted.
Anyway after a bit it transpired that Charles wanted some company doing something but not gardening, so I spent all this lovely afternoon indoors playing Trivial Pursuit in a stuffy sitting-room where we can't even open the windows because they're stuck fast.. I do love him, and I know he can't help it, but it does seem a very one-sided relationship at times. I'm also worried that for some reason he appears to have got much worse during the last couple of weeks. He's sad and angry about something, but I can't get him to open up and tell me. Sigh!
I wonder if he would regard me as treacherous if I rang his Mental Elf and told her that he appears to be regressing for no reason that I can fathom. Yes, he probably would, so I shall just have to hope that she picked up on it herself on her visit last Friday.
Now, by the time we finished three interminable games, it's time to cook the dinner and by the time I've done that and we've eaten it, I shall prolly feel too tired to do anything else.
Never mind! Maybe it will be nice tomorrow.
Oh dear. It seems as though I'm always moaning in this journal lately. I've just realised that millions of people probably wasted their afternoon indoors watching the Wimbledon Finals, so I don't feel so bad, I just saw the winner getting the trophy and I was very impressed with his smart turn-out in his white suit. I felt he deserved to win for that alone, specially looking at what his opponent was wearing. Not that I actually know anything about it, but I can be as stupidly bigoted as the next person.
I am pleased with my new haircut though. I had it done again on Wednesday so that it would have time to settle down before The Wedding and Jo cut the back much shorter but with a few soft whisps, so that it doesn't look ridiculous poking out under the brim of my pretty pink hat.
I can't say that I'm looking forward to this wedding, any more than John is, but we have to go and maybe we'll even enjoy it, who knows?
Sadly Charles has been sooo miserable and grumpy lately that he actually refused outright to come out and help me, which is not at all like him and I couldn't ask John because his back isn't right yet.. OK, I could manage on my own, even if I couldn't do exactly everything I wanted.
Anyway after a bit it transpired that Charles wanted some company doing something but not gardening, so I spent all this lovely afternoon indoors playing Trivial Pursuit in a stuffy sitting-room where we can't even open the windows because they're stuck fast.. I do love him, and I know he can't help it, but it does seem a very one-sided relationship at times. I'm also worried that for some reason he appears to have got much worse during the last couple of weeks. He's sad and angry about something, but I can't get him to open up and tell me. Sigh!
I wonder if he would regard me as treacherous if I rang his Mental Elf and told her that he appears to be regressing for no reason that I can fathom. Yes, he probably would, so I shall just have to hope that she picked up on it herself on her visit last Friday.
Now, by the time we finished three interminable games, it's time to cook the dinner and by the time I've done that and we've eaten it, I shall prolly feel too tired to do anything else.
Never mind! Maybe it will be nice tomorrow.
Oh dear. It seems as though I'm always moaning in this journal lately. I've just realised that millions of people probably wasted their afternoon indoors watching the Wimbledon Finals, so I don't feel so bad, I just saw the winner getting the trophy and I was very impressed with his smart turn-out in his white suit. I felt he deserved to win for that alone, specially looking at what his opponent was wearing. Not that I actually know anything about it, but I can be as stupidly bigoted as the next person.
I am pleased with my new haircut though. I had it done again on Wednesday so that it would have time to settle down before The Wedding and Jo cut the back much shorter but with a few soft whisps, so that it doesn't look ridiculous poking out under the brim of my pretty pink hat.
I can't say that I'm looking forward to this wedding, any more than John is, but we have to go and maybe we'll even enjoy it, who knows?
