What a difference a week makes!
This time last week I was sat on a
hotel balcony with the sun beaming
down, watching all the fabulous yachts
passing by applying my factor 30.
No, I hadnít jetted off to some far
flung location, I was actually in
Devon, my favourite, favourite place
to be. I can honestly say I have never
seen Devon in the rain, we seem to
lead a charmed life every time we
visit, it is always, always bathed
in sunshine and the atmosphere is
one of lazy summer days and relaxation.
know it must rain sometimes otherwise
it wouldnít be so lush and green but
to us itís another world. For the
1st time this year I could wear sleeveless
tops and sandals even the evenings
were warm and balmy.
It had pelted down with rain solidly
where I live for the whole week before
we went and sure enough we came home
to torrential rain and howling gales,
but for one glorious week all was
right with the world. I confess that
the Ugg boots and long sleeved vests
are already out of the wardrobe and
two days this week I have worn a scarf!
Iím just going to face it, summer,
for us at least, is well and truly
over. Not that we saw much sun in
my part of the world but now theres
a definite chill in the air and I
keep looking at the central heating
button. Iím trying to do my bit for
the planet but there are times when
wearing a poncho in the house becomes
I should have bought those socks that
I saw on holiday which were beautiful
but at £45 a pain I thought they were
a little extravagant. Iím not a meanie
when it comes to parting with money
and maybe Iím behind the times but
when did socks warrant a £45 price
tag? I did look twice at them and
I wasnít mistaken.
Perhaps they were silk or cashmere
or some other wonderful material,
but even so. Iím sometimes baffled
at how things are priced in the stores
these days especially as there was
a beautiful blouse with really intricate
stitching detail and gorgeous fabric
hanging right next to these socks
and priced at only £42. The same store
had a bikini at £38 and a linen jacket
I know there must be some perfectly
good reason for this apparent madness
but I certainly canít get my head
around it. Then again, lots of things
seem incongruous to me these days.
Take the family staying at the same
hotel as we were. They had 5 children,
four of them who had really long,
hyphenated first names, the little
girl was Sophie-Arrabella, you get
all of a sudden for unknown reasons,
the baby in the pram was called Ben.
Thatís it. Three letters Ben. Now
thereís nothing wrong with the name
Ben, its lovely, but why did the parents
go to all that trouble thinking up
long and convoluted double names for
the 1st four children and then settle
on just 3 letters for the last one?
None of my business of course, but
I just wondered.
I also wondered why the elderly gentleman
opposite us wore his trousers four
inches too short, exposing his sock
tops everyday? Each pair of trousers
he wore was like this.-he wasnít a
particularly tall man so there was
no difficulty there. Surely he had
a Wife, Son Daughter or even just
a friend who could point him in the
direction of a pair that fitted?
Maybe it was deliberate, but I canít
think why. All this curiosity made
me think, I wonder if anyone is looking
at me with curiosity, wondering why
I dress as I do, wear my hair like
this or do things in a certain way.
Are we all a mystery to others or
is it just me that finds other people
I hope it means I am still very much
alive and interested in my fellow
man-or maybe its just middle aged