Monday, 29 June 2015

Me on the last Monday in June

It was a mixed weekend.  Glorious sunshine and hot temperatures on Saturday.  Long dog walks skirting around the perimeter of the field where young kids were playing a five a side tournament; remembering when we were part of that scene.  The hours spent in random playing fields, sitting on a picnic blanket with all the other parents of the team, enthusiastically cheering our boys on, giving sympathetic words after they were knocked out, and generally enjoying a day where we were all out in the fresh air watching boys being boys.  The rough and tumble with their team mates, taking careful notice of what the team manager had to say, seriously warming up and giving their all until the last minute of extra time had been played.  Happy memories. 
It was a lifetime away from the dreadful news that was coming in from Tunisia.  It is resonating with me so much as I have stayed in that resort.  Seen that hotel.  Laid on that beach.  Put my beach towel on those sun loungers.  Relaxed and on holiday, getting ‘away from it all’.  A tragic reminder that we really do need to make the most of every happy moment and memory.
Sunday dawned overcast and with a breeze that took away the temperatures of the day before.  When I was in town buying my meat on Saturday, everyone else in the butchers was stocking up on barbecue foods.  There was a roaring trade in sausages, burgers, steak and surprisingly, butterflied shoulder of lamb ready to throw on the coals.  At the time I thought ‘I bet I’m the only one in town planning a ‘proper roast’ on Sunday’ but after the rain started midmorning maybe I wasn’t the only one cooking inside after all!  The early morning dog walk resulted in a certain person dragging herself through a hedge and coming out covered in those little sticky balls that get in your fur and refuse to come out. Mother in Law joining us for dinner, Mary Berry’s Lemon Meringue pie for dessert, home made scones and jam for tea – ours was a traditional British Sunday.
Monday find me working a half day then home for lunch in the garden.  Carefully supervised by you know who ...



We have a busy week ahead, one which includes a mid week wedding on Wednesday.  Temperatures are forecast to be 30 degrees that day! Seems like Saturday weddings are a thing of the past around here nowadays.  Apparently prices drop by almost 50% if you get married midweek so I can see the attraction!  I can’t remember the last wedding I went to so I’m looking forward to putting on my finery and sharing in the happy day.  Coincidentally, the surname of the bride is Last so this will also be the ‘Last Wedding’ that I go to!
Hope your Monday is going well, let’s give up a wave to Sian and see what she is up to today.

6 comments:

Sian said...

Have a wonderful time at the wedding!

We had quite a bit of rain here at the weekend, and we seem to have brought quite a bit of mud from Granny's garden back here because of it. There has been floor cleaning going on here today...

Patio Postcards said...

Oh I'll take a traditional British Sunday dinner any time. We had a rainy weekend so everyone was indoors. I'm glad you have happy holiday memories, for the sadness and terror that seems to fill the news these days is just too much to bare. Hope you have a great week and that those little burrs come out of your puppy's fur ok.

Louise said...

it rained here all day Sunday..so we had a roast :)
those sticky ball are a pain, we spend ages trying to get them out.
Enjoy your wedding.

Ruth said...

Love the photo of you and the pooch! Enjoy the wedding and don't forget the suncream ... we got married on a Friday.

Abi said...

I love that last photo of the two of you having lunch! Sunday was very wet here but the temperatures have rocketed since! unfortunately I am now stuck in a classroom on placement! There's typical!

Cheri said...

Well here - it poured all day Saturday during our drive and visit with Sarah in DC. Of course it was sunny on the way home. And we got Wawa hoagies for dinner because with all that car travel I was too tired to think about cooking!