I’ve read almost every “Miss Read” book written. I could probably quote lines from lots of them. While my children were growing up I escaped to Fairacre or Thrush Green. I read the whole series at least once a year every year for about 15 years. One of the characters was Mrs Pringle the curmudgeonly cleaner with a bad leg which “flared up” every time she was bothered. She also used to muddle up words such as ” consecration”instead of ” concentration” .
It still makes me smile every time I think about it.
(If anybody reading this hasn’t read any books by Miss Read then you are very lucky as you can enjoy them all for the first time. )
I read them all again during lockdown. Bliss!
I’m having a lack of ” consecration ” this week.
What with my back problem,( not worse.) and increased social life , as well as plans to cope with covid in Scotland painting has not been so much of a priority.
I finished yesterday’s painting at lunch time and normally I’d have begun the next one…but I didnt.
I like the shadow and I made a reasonable job of the scooter.
Since lunch time I’ve watched an episode of ” A place in the Sun” on youtube, read for a while, glazed my painting, watered the flowers, sat on the doorstep to write this, but was driven inside by a beetle and several ants.
Then I took a photo of the little pansy which is still blooming in a crack near the doorstep. I think it’s heroic.
And now I’m lying on the single mattress in my gallery pretending to test it . It’s very comfortable..even on the floor.
Tomorrow will be better. Got plans.
Wine time now.