My other half has to put up with a lot: working for me which means basically being bossed around, and living in a home that would never be described as masculine. This means that, in the name of compromise and keeping him happy, I have to occasionally do something he really loves.
This entails me attending a vintage car rally held in our local town, and showing some enthusiasm. Now this can be quite difficult as there are only so many ways you can ooooh and aaaaah over old vehicles and although I do appreciate their age, the rest of it doesn’t really thrill me. As long as I get from A to B, warm and without mishap, I’m happy. Luckily there are like minded people he can talk to and I usually sit in the sunshine with a drink and let him get on with it. This year was slightly different as some friends visited and they were surprisingly keen.
There are races around a small track through the streets, lined with straw bales to protect the public. Between each race all the vehicles are parked in a large square and you are able to wander around and inspect them. It probably helped that there was someone else for him to discuss the cars with, but in the end it was a lovely way to spend an afternoon. Unfortunately he always gets serious and starts googling vintage cars. If it gets more serious and he starts looking to buy one, then of course I may have to put my foot down and say NON.
In our part of France winters can be lovely, crisp and cold with sunny days. Not so this winter, which has been wet wet wet. All our local waterways are swollen and at the bottom of a neighbour’s garden, a small trickle has become a stream that rushes through into 2 large lakes which seem very full. The miserable rainy days are hard for me to get through, as I long to be outside in the garden, or out brocanting. We went to a local event, much loved and always well attended, but instead of 100 dealers there were only 4 and 2 of them didn’t want to stall out due to the adverse weather conditions.
I am waiting for spring with eagerness and already can see the first signs. There is blossom on some of the trees and the magnolias are starting to bloom. Our garden is a little waterlogged but starting to show signs of growth.
So after a soggy start to the year, last week we attended a big event with big hopes. The sun was out, it was crisp and cold, and I bought some lovely things, not least a fabulous mannequin with a tiny waist, and some lovely antique pieces of Toile in a pretty pale lavender colour and in very good condition. Spring has sprung, thank goodness.
Life here has been hectic for the past few months and time just seems to have flown by. It was lovely to spend time with family and friends over the holidays but the new year always brings out the planner in me. I am a prolific list writer, which seriously annoys my other half, especially when the latest is pinned up for him to ‘tick’ off anything that he has completed. Yes, there is my problem. I write lists not just for myself but also for him, and when my 2 girls were living with us, also for them. I like to see clear, numbered instructions, highlighted if necessary, and crossed out when completed, as it motivates me. Unfortunately it just annoys hubby, who ignores my lists and never completes tasks in my organised regime.
So, I was appalled to read an article that says you should never have more than 5 items on your ‘to do’ list as it can make one procrastinate and delay. It seems that after 2 items are finished and crossed off, another 2 can be added with the total never exceeding the 5.
For the next few months I have promised faithfully that any list will only have the requisite number of 5 tasks on it and he has promised to complete them in the order in which they are written. I am now looking for a secret hiding place for the list I’ve just compiled which so far is up to 37!
Hope your 2016 has got off to a spectacularly good start, and all lists are completed efficiently and in the correct order.