Sometimes I just wish I could wake up on Saturday morning, get served my freshly squeezed carrot & apples (and whatever else I fancy adding to it) juice in bed, cuddle with pupster under a massive duvet cloud and watch a few episodes of Cougar Town that I have recently became addicted to. Instead, I have a long to-do list of things that require my presence including the juice making as nobody else knows the recipes. I am not complaining as most of the things on my list are of a pleasurable kind, but I could really do with an extra hour or two of sleep today and it’s not possible.
So I get up, make the above juice, breakfasts for Mr and pupster, briefly visit the garden, update the blog and get ready to take Oscar for his much anticipated walk. Turns out, that the newly discovered and loved by all three of us park isn’t just “a pretty place”, but a present from Henry VIII to one of his wives’ relatives. In England it is so easy to find yourself submerged in history, it always takes my breath away just to imagine what sort of people might have been walking around and visiting the place and staying in a gorgeous house nearby.
And then I have a hair appointment. You know, I was THIS close to cutting everything off and getting a short bob. I had it in the past and it suited me, so there are moments in time when I stop and wish I had it again. Then the reality kicks in… Plus a strange feeling of love towards my long locks. Somehow I feel that I cannot lose them just like that. And I like to have a long ponytail made of my own hair rather than clip-ons and chignons made of some other Easter European girl’s hair. So there will be no massive change for now, just a trim and a few new layers. Of course, it’s going to rain. It always does. In the last 6 years there was only ONE appointment that wasn’t accompanied by a heavy shower afterwards. One. This is another thing about England. It really does rain a lot here, especially in April.
Wishing you a wonderful weekend!
Always yours,
Photo source: Elle 2006
