I love nothing better on occasions than when I have time to myself but to go for a cup of tea and and jacket potato, the crying shame is that you are
not obliged to buy cake, and you must dictate "I want that slice , please" in a cake endured hypnotic stare.
That is a refinement and a timeless edge to a cup of tea in a proper cup and saucer and the pieces of china don't even have to match. The little things in life become the biggest of all and are our emotional glue.
Next it is on to the local art centre where there is a exhibition on football is there something going on at the moment but I suspect it might have to do with the absence of my husband, who sounds instructions at the television as if manager of the team will hear him. Either than or he knows more about the beautiful game than Seb Blatter.
After which it is trawl around the charity shops which brings a bounty of some tops and vintage Ladybird books, much schoolgirl sniggering is to be had at some of the pages. And the femisits might be thinking that 'Mummy' does an awful lot but fear not daddy is back for bedtime.
Further wandering reveals shops and prettiness, ideas and linking together ; emotional glue.