It's May. Well, I think it is. The weather is not convincing us of such, so on a day like today when gardening for people like me who only garden when it's sunny, it's a day to do something indoors. We have a really comfy corner sofa in our house-flat and it's great for creating a space on when you want to snuggle up with tea & cake and watch your favourite programmes and to pile a stack of magazines from Ideal Home, Mollie Makes, Rosemary Conley, Simply Crochet, Homemaker and the Sew a Metre book next to you. There hasn't been any tea or cake to be quite honest, but I thought it sounded vintage and thats what we're all about at the moment, right? I actually had Coffee from my new percolator, porridge with Nutella in....and homemade chicken soup for lunch. Tonight I am making Rosemary and Garlic Lamb with roasted new potatoes and steamed broccoli. I do love to cook, very much so. With the day racing along, I have that tense feeling that I should get doing all these things but I am going to watch the Chelsea Flower Show and cut out a pattern for a dress I am going to make for my friends daughter. I have never made clothes before so am excited about the possibilities ahead. I have a crochet kit from a magazine and I am hoping to learn how to make the flower on the front, I so far know how to make circles. In all fairness, that was my initial goal in its entirety - I wanted to make coasters from discarded t-shirts. My effort to be green. But now, I am jealous of peoples obsession with granny squares and I want to make them too. I don't like being left out, I might have a blanket ready for Christmas!Yesterday I dedicated a tree to be planted in the North-West to my Dad. He died last year at the tender age of 58, and it was a great shock. I miss him everyday and he comes to me in my dreams and with number patterns. I know that last bit seems a bit Beccas-gone-crazy but ever since he died, I have seen number patterns in time, numbers outside, bank balance, and on a death certificate of an ancestor. I know it sounds like coincidences and it probably is. But some people have feathers fall in front of them, and I see numbers. When I see 444 I know it's definitely him. That's an angel number don't you know. I need to believe, I do believe, I want to believe. Otherwise I see no point to anything and that is not how I want to feel. It's a personal choice and it makes me feel better.
I'm going back to Manchester tomorrow, to work/see my mum/celebrate my besties birthday. I miss being at home when I'm away but because I am constantly traveling and being in two different places I always feel almost like i'm on a permanent holiday, I find home hard work but enjoyable for the reasons of housework/cooking/being with MrP/having to sightsee/have fun with our London visitors. Oh the horror. In Manchester it's quite relaxing, I enjoy my job, see friends, watch TV and don't put any major pressure on myself to do things which gives me a break from me. People think I'm mad for 'commuting' up and down the country but it's my dream, love having to get on coaches and having new stories to tell about either end of the country that don't mean I have to get drunk and do something stupid like the old days, apart from every so often when we stay in and have a little wine party whilst I cook. It's not quite the stories of old, but in our older age booking a Shakespeare play for a midnight special is pretty out there. MIDNIGHT! I mean who watches Shakespeare plays at The Globe in London at Midnight in summer?? Yeah, I know. It's gonna be awesome. I say, Pimms old chap?
With all the things that go wrong, make two rights. With all the badness in the world, see what you have is amazing and worth the fight to wake up every morning and be optimistic. Feel love, and smile for no reason. Allow yourself to be childlike and to see the world like a fairytale. Help when you can, listen and support. Pay it forward.
