14th February 2013
Not feeling inspired tonight. My head is humming with another cold.
I make my husband a Valentine’s card - a photo of the two of us in France last year in a field, by a river. I know he has forgotten - he asked me what Valentine’s day is a few days ago. I don’t mind at all - we don’t usually make a thing of it anyway. Later he writes me beautiful words in a Christmas card with an angel playing the harp on the front. I love it.
I don’t feel up for going out and lay the table with red heart shaped mats - a Christmas present from a dear friend - and cook us a salmon lunch with sweet potato chips and white sprouting broccoli - my absolute favourite green veggie at the moment. We have it with elderflower fizz and for dessert, crumbly pistachio halva, before he leaves for his ceramics class. And I climb under the duvet with my novel.
I’m practising the LOVING ME FIRST thing tonight .....staying at home when I would normally override my stuffed up head and make myself go out.....
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