Sunday, 8 June 2008

The good, the bad and - the beautiful

The good news – well, you know my good news. And the weather has to be the best this year. Cornwall looks breathtakingly beautiful, and on Saturday Moll and I walked down through Mylor Churchyard where a wedding was about to take place. The granite posts had been decorated with bunches of the palest pink and white roses, and pink rosebuds had been tied to each stake on the wrought iron gate at the entrance to the church.

Walking past the wine bar there, we saw a lot of smart bods in morning suits and flowery dresses, huge hats and too high heels. Short haircuts and nervous smiles, braying laughs and posy sun shades. I had to make sure we got back to see the bride, who looked stunningly happy, but appeared to be wearing a long cream sundress. Just as well it was so hot.

The bad news for Himself started with a tummy bug on Friday afternoon. He insisted on taking me to the pub to celebrate but he was very pale and had spent most of the afternoon dashing to the bathroom poor love. We stayed for one drink and came home.

He went to bed early but the tummy bug has persisted all weekend, and the poor darling looks ashen, his voice has become croaky as if through lack of use, and he’s so weak he can hardly walk.

Typically, we have scaffolding going up outside the whole house and Himself and his mate are due to start work on Tuesday to repair large chunks of the top flat, move all the TV aerials and paint the entire frontage. In the state he’s in at the moment it’s as much as he can do to stagger down the corridor. We can only hope that Monday brings an end to it – or at least an improvement.

As for the beautiful? Well, my Moll has had a shower so her coat gleams, her eyelashes sweep majestically down her face in the most artfully coquettish gesture ever – did I tell you how incredibly long her eyelashes are? And apart from the fact that she needs her anal glans done (we won’t go into that right now), she is looking very beautiful.

Perhaps best of all, behind me comes the sweet, heady smell of a bunch of honeysuckle that I picked while walking along the coastal path on Friday afternoon. The lemony fragrance reminds me of an English garden full of the best of flowers: rich, pungent roses with petals like velvet, the fragile scent of sweet peas with their clever pastel shades, and of course my favourite honeysuckle, twisting its way up a warm stone wall.

11 comments:

Akelamalu said...

Hope himself feels better soon.

You painted such a lovely picture there Flowerpot. Apart from when I made lunch and cleaned the kitchen I have been sitting in the garden in the sunshine blogging and reading all day (that's where I am now) - hasn't the weather been beautiful today? :)

Philipa said...

Hope himself feels better soon and great news about the book, FP.

Flowerpot said...

Ak - it has been wonderful and looks like another corker today.

Phil - thanks Phil. Himself has actually eaten some breakfast so am keeping fingers crossed that it will stay down!

Philipa said...

Excellent news. I think one always feels like a wet rag after such a problem but I'm sure you're taking good care of him. This weather lifts all our spirits :-) Hope you both have a good day.

Flowerpot said...

Thanks Phil - you too! Hope you can get out in the sunshine.

Lindsay said...

Hope Himself is feeling fine and has not done what Husband did when afflicted with the same problem. He took 5 Immodium pills at once. The next day whilst I had time to clean most of the house he was in the little room wondering how to break up concrete!

Flowerpot said...

Lindsay - oh no! Typical male thing to do - they never do things by halves do they?Or mine doesn't....

TOM FOOLERY said...

Cornwall sounds sooo lovely. Love the smell of sweet honeysuckle. Hope Himself managed to go up the scaffolding today TFX

Maggie May said...

Hope the tummy bug is well & truly over.
Hope the sleep patterns are improving.
Nothing like the looks & smell of a freshly laundered doggie!

Ellee Seymour said...

I think the bottle is always half full for you. I love nature too and appreciate the beautiful countryside around me too, but I doubt it is as stunning as Cornwall.

Hope himself is better.

Flowerpot said...

TF - no he wasn't strong enough for teh scaffolding so he is having to take it easy.

Maggie - tummy bug on its way out thanks! HOpe sleep will improve soon. Dog is lovely!!

ellee - thanks, he is improving slowly.