We came home to such a hoolie last night, lashing rain and howling winds. Today is calm and we have spent a rare afternoon in front of the fire and I finished off the once hot chestnuts that I bought in Paris!
We also came home to one glorious flower on our Christmas cactus.
On our last but one Metro journey, a man with a saxophone joined the carriage. We could hardly believe when he started to play Take Five by Dave Brubeck as this was a piece introduced to me by the lovely Mr S very soon after we met and one we played incessantly. Since we were in Paris to celebrate our meeting 50 years ago, it seemed just right to hear it on our last day in the city. It’s a strange video as I didn’t want passengers to feel that I was filming them but I hope it gives you a flavour of the moment.[wpvideoAMJKWYOo]
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Cosy Afternoon, Cactus Flower and Metro Music
1st November – Grandbabies, Train to Cornwall and Arriving Home
1 Spending a short time with the Grandbabies before our journey back to Cornwall.
Ready to go to Nursery, wearing her new hoodie
Enjoying a hot chocolate
2 I love the train journey to Cornwall but it was dark almost as soon as we set off and I was so tired, I slept most of the way.
3 It’s lovely to be able to travel and to have had such a fantastic trip and it’s lovely to come home. Thank you for all the comments you, my lovely readers, have left over the last two weeks. I will get around to replying in the next few days.
New Grand-Niece, Rain Soaked Flowers and A Good Read
1 Beautiful news about the safe arrival of Ionie, 3.4kg, in Munich, first baby for my nephew and his wife. I’ll have to get busy on the Sally-boots!
2 Today’s very beautiful rain-drenched flowers in our garden.
Maigold, a rambling rose
Clematis Niobe, such a rich colour
3 Finished reading ‘the earth hums in b flat’ by Mari Strachan, a delightful novel about growing up that begins “I fly in my sleep every night.” I loved that opening as I spent many of my childhood nights flying too! The novel is intriguing, full of childish misconceptions and a growing sense of self.
‘the earth mums in B flat’ by Mari Strachan
