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Back in France after my week-long visit to the U.K., still in shock as I didn’t have to take a jacket – no, not even a cardie. Baking in a heatwave, the Brits watched the tarmac melting, their children getting severe sunburn and old ladies getting stuck in deckchairs until, inevitably, it all got too much, there was a storm and the rain and wind returned. Oh, and a new prince was born.
As predicted, I went to Brighton but didn’t have time to go on the pier this time so, instead, I bought some cards from a lovely photographer lady, Ruth Thomas, who was selling them in the market. This one is my favourite and, although I sort of suspect the bright white light is a photography no, no, I like the way it seems to emanate from the old, destroyed Pier and shines through the deck chair canvas.The rest of the photos are mine and, because I was on a budget airline and too mean to pay for a suitcase, I only had room to take my teeny, trusty old compact camera so, sorry for the dodgy quality.
I couldn’t decide which fabric to buy so bought a bundle of coordinating tana lawn to make into a small, simple quilt – when I get a minute.
I went to an antiques fair and, as you do, bought an enormous vintage butcher’s hanging scale which can weigh items up to 200 lbs and is itself so heavy I don’t know how I’m going to get it back to France – hence the lack of photographic evidence! It has made its way as far as Mr. Tialys’ appartment as I thought he’d be able to bring it back in his cabin bag but he pointed out that Security might have a problem with the huge metal hook suspended beneath the scale. Who knew? Inexplicably, I also bought some vintage wooden crates which I have left at my parents’ house and is where they will probably stay until somebody decides to chop them up for kindling. I do this kind of impractical shopping sometimes – I get carried away in the moment and, if Mr. Tialys is not there to talk sense, which he wasn’t on this occasion, I end up with all sorts of things and then have to organise a courrier delivery.
I had arranged to meet my sister-in-law near London Bridge for drinks and dinner but went early to indulge in a bit of culture. I always find certain exhibits at the Tate Modern good for a laugh and there is a lovely view across the Thames from one of the balconies where you can go for some respite from the innovations in art or, if you are so inclined, and many were, a quick ciggie.
I had a traditional English cream tea (Oh, how I miss real cream) in, bizarrely, a tea shop just off Carnaby Street where I took a break from spooning clotted cream and strawberry jam onto warm scones to surreptitiously snap this framed French magazine as I have some of these in my vintage shop and wanted to demonstrate how good they look framed up.
What, I hear you ask, is the meaning of the title of this post. Am I proud to be British, proud of that rather good photo of the Thames even though I only had my compact, or proud of my vintage finds? Well yes, all of those things but mostly I am proud of my Mum. Now 80 herself , although for gawd’s sake don’t tell her I told you, she was nominated for a voluntary carers’ award for visiting a housebound elderly lady every week – almost without fail – for the past ten years . She wasn’t going to attend the ceremony as she is far too shy and modest but, as I said I’d go with her, she agreed to go. She received a framed certificate from the Lady Mayor and afterwards we had a traditional English tea (another one!!) in lovely gardens in the sunshine.
When I got home I had over 350 emails to sort out – who are all these people who have my email address? – and Madamoiselle Tialys the elder has truly caught the dressmaking bug and was waiting for some help finishing a skirt she had started so I haven’t actually finished anything myself for a couple of weeks. Still, plenty of mother daughter bonding going on while she is home from university for the summer so I’m not complaining just explaining the lack of ‘tadaa’ moments in this post. Maybe next time.
Off to the U.K. tomorrow for a quick visit. It is Madamoiselle Tialys the younger’s birthday on Friday and she and Mr. T are off to a concert at the O2. I am not going. Here is one of the band’s album covers so guess why!
I will, of course be indulging in some retail therapy and visiting some friends. On Saturday we will go to my favourite place – Brighton – and meet a good friend for lunch. She lives there and I missed her last time I went so that is a priority. Unlike rural France, the restaurants stay open outside of 12 – 2 at lunchtime so we are having a late lunch in order that I might forage in the Laines for a few hours first. I am going to set off earlier than the other two who are not such avid shoppers as I am! I think that’s a good plan. My favourite restaurant in Brighton is ‘Terre à Terre’ which is a vegetarian restaurant but, even though I’m not a veggie, it is sooooo gorgeous I can forgo a meat fix. The trouble is, the menu is so interesting – they describe all the ingredients of a dish so thoroughly and it all sounds so amazing – that it takes me half an hour just to decide what I want.
Might be a little cold for the pier at this time of year – maybe I’ll stick to the shopping and the eating.
A priority also, is to visit my parents – I will be staying with them for the first couple of days and my two sisters are coming over to see us which will be great as I don’t get to see them much especially my younger sister who lives in Wales. I want it to be a little bit of a family party because my dad is going to start palliative chemotherapy the following week and, even though he isn’t saying anything, I know it must be a daunting prospect.
What about Madamoiselle Tialys the elder, I hear you ask. Well, she is going to be looking after the house and the animals which I can hardly bear to think about really. Her boyfriend will be moving in with her for the duration so, between them, I am sure everything will be fine. I am taking her food shopping today so they won’t starve and will be typing a list later on which I will pin on the fridge starting with ‘Let the chickens out’ and ending with ‘Put the chickens away’. There will be lots of other things in between and I’ve already stuck a note on the inside of the front door saying ‘Have you got your key?’
See you when I get back!
My Saturday Selection today is my new pair of shoes that I bought while I was on my little break in the U.K., because they are just so gorgeous.
This is a ‘sedate’ pair as befits a woman no longer in the first flush of youth but rather in the hot flush of later years! The others in the shop had all sorts of fabric decoration going on, perspex heels and cartoon rabbits on the soles which my daughter was in love with but, fortunately, she finds it difficult to walk in heels so she was sadly disappointed although she did have one of their bags instead.
Some shops you just can’t walk away from – or at least not unless you’re wearing new shoes.