Friday, 22 August 2014

Happy bank holiday

Bring on the sun, the bbq and the relaxation. Lots of Mr M's heritage tomatoes on the menu! Oh, and wine.

Wednesday, 20 August 2014

Loving the honey

I do like honey. I grew up on my grandpa's homemade offerings, with the gentle hum in the garden from his hives, and will probably be on an eternal quest to find a pot that comes close to his, instantly whipping me back to my childhood (isn't it funny how taste and scent can so often do that). Its homeopathic qualities are famed, my gran swore by a teaspoon a day and popped it on cuts and stings,  and I can confirm that it does a great facial in the shower*.

I'd not gone to the supermarket to buy honey, in fact I'm not even sure how I wound up standing in front of the honey section, but there we are. I was astonished at the different varieties and their prices - has that always been the case? Bonkers. This one seemed to have the same consistency as grandpa's and I was intrigued by the English Borage, so into the basket it went. It's so clear and runny. I've been having it drizzled over frozen yoghurt, over fruit and, my favourite, on hot buttered toast. That salty-sweet pairing is lip-smackingly tasty, especially when served up with a steaming mug of tea.

*the trick here is to have a cheap, squeezy bottle of honey to hand. Slap it on your face before you get into the shower - you will feel stickier than a fly trap - and then enjoy as the warm water gently washes away the honey. It gently exfoliates and leaves your skin feeling just lovely.

Tuesday, 19 August 2014

Sense of humour failure

There is so much dust - everything is covered, books, plates, saucepans, papers, towels, furniture. I know this is part and parcel of the experience but so much could have been avoided with dust sheets. Grrrr. Not quite what I was expecting to come home to. Topped off the grumpy day. And Mr M's away, and it was our wedding anniversary, and well, this is all just turning into a woe is me moan. So, we shall look at Miss P having a whale of a time during the summer to cheer ourselves up. It's only day 5 but I am missing her jingling, bongling, surly, mad, purry self - only 10 days until she comes home.

Monday, 18 August 2014

We're watertight!

I had to go to work today and leave the builders to it. I knew that they had the skylight installation on the list but wasn't too sure whether they'd been hampered by the rain showers this afternoon. So it was all rather exciting to pull up outside and see the blue tarp gone and the tiles on - which meant the glass was in! What a relief - pure man power to get that pup up - 100 kgs of toughened glass. And, touch wood, no drips on the ground which means we're watertight. The windows are hopefully being delivered on Friday. Then it's rendering and plaster. Four weeks until the new kitchen is installed - which feels so very, very far away, but goodness have we got lots to organise before then - door knobs, light fittings, blinds, furniture, dishwasher and washing machine. I think I need a sit down with a pile of same-y house magazines - thank heavens we've moved on from 'everyone wants a coastal theme' August and have entered the russet autumnal colours of September - apparently we all need a fox or an owl on a cushion...

Sunday, 17 August 2014

A dash of Heath Robinson

Hope you've had a lovely weekend. Thought I'd share our own Heath Robinson drainage system with you for amusement. It has three buckets to catch the drips. The builders were finally able to add the resin roof coating on Friday in readiness for the skylight tomorrow (fingers and toes crossed, people!), which left the house smelling like a glue factory. Mr M flew away on business and Miss P was popped in the cattery for safe keeping. I had a delightful breakfast with Dr and Mrs B with their incredible views of Hampton Court Palace. I finally watched Bridesmaids. I played with my iPhone - very excited about tweeting. I read both the Saturday and Sunday papers. I spoke to my parents. I hoovered and dusted for the umpteenth time. I dried the laundry on the line until the sheets were stiff with sunlight and fresh air. I spotted the killer spider who lives in the conservatory - and is huge - I refuse to eat at the table until he/she has been encouraged out. And I ate handfuls of Mr M's heritage tomatoes for lunch and dinner. 

What did you get up to? 

Thursday, 14 August 2014

I see blue

Not quite enough blue to enable the builders to set the resin on the roof but the blue, and sometimes grey, that we will see every day once the glass goes in. And probably the underneath of Miss P as she sunbathes - you know, like this...

Wednesday, 13 August 2014

Recycling bits and bobs

As we change the footprint of our 1920s cottage, we are trying hard to ensure that the new blends in with the old. Much of the cottage is original - including the single glazed lead windows. We were hoping to use the original windows in the kitchen and just relocate them in the extension. Sadly, building regulations said no. So two solid, and original, Arts and Crafts windows have had to be removed (we have vague plans for them) and replaced with double glazed units. It made me a little cross. We could have opted for PVC, but the new extension would have stuck out like a sore thumb. So, Mr M has found a local carpenter to recreate the windows as close to the originals as he can. And we've decided to use the original wrought iron catches and bits and bobs on them, so that they blend in internally. Silly perhaps, but for us it just feels right as we slowly renovate.