I know there are at least three people out there who will understand my title this week and they are all originally from Yorkshire. Bill’s mother’s is a place, any place, some distance away. When the loved one looks anxiously at the sky and says, with some regret, “Eeee, it’s looking black o’er Bill’s mother’s” it means the weather in the direction he is looking is rather threatening and there is some doubt as to whether it is worth heading out in that direction. Bill’s mother’s is also used if you have had to take an unexpectedly roundabout route, as in, “We went all round Bill’s mother’s to get to… ” I’ve no idea where the expression originates (According to various educational sources, it stems from the East Midlands area of the UK but its origins are lost in the mists.) but it’s one of those very usable phrases to be used only among those of us who understand.
So why am I telling you all this? Because, recently, it has been black o’er Bill’s mother’s every bloody day for at least part of the day, interspersed with rain, wind, grey skies and occasional glorious sunshine and I’m fed up of it. I want warmth and blue skies and a gentle breeze and the sound of the sea and… So we flew off to the sun for a week and I’m thrilled to pieces.
We went off into the void with our friend Judy and spent the week teasing her unmercifully. Fortunately, she can hold her own and should not be seen as a pitiable victim. We have a time share membership which gives you points to “spend” rather than ownership of just one week in one place, so we elected to use some of our points and went to Sunset Bay on the Spanish island of Tenerife. We had a very nice apartment with a lovely view to the sea and have spent a good deal of our time walking along by the sea, looking across at La Gomera and calling in at various bars for liquid refreshment. (It may be that said liquid refreshment contributed to both the teasing and the tolerance of it.)
Although the apartment was, for the most part, very nice indeed, there were some really annoying drawbacks. There were TV sets in the bedrooms but one of them didn’t work. (They came and mended it though.) There were missing knives in the kitchen. (Again, they were replaced when we complained.) The coffee maker didn’t work, at which point we decided to go out for coffee. And the WiFi was rubbish. Absolutely useless. If there was no WiFi, I would be disappointed, but having the promise of WiFi and them failing to deliver is absolutely infuriating. You can imagine my response to the customer satisfaction survey, can’t you?
When I got home, I got a call from my son’s fiancée’s mother to say one of her friends had let her down and would I like the spare ticket to go and see Bryan Adams? Would I? Oh yes I would. Very excited about that. I will spend the next four days deciding what to wear, as if it matters to anyone but me. Will the ageing rocker in me win out and send me off in blue denim and cowboy boots? Will the fantasist in me triumph and send me in the most glamorous outfit I have (not very)in the hope that the man himself will notice me in the crowd and invite me to his dressing room for …. whatever? Or will common sense win the day and send me in sensible shoes and a loose top? I suspect there’s no contest but we’ll see.
I mentioned recently going to an event for a favourite writer called Milly Johnson and that her new book comes out in June. I shall, doctors permitting, be going to the launch at her local library as I have for the past couple of years. She always holds a raffle for local charities and she was asking for prizes on her Facebook page, so I thought I might do a picture/ZIA for her. The thing is, would anybody want to win it? Anyway, I started one and then got it wrong. The book is called Sunshine Over Wildflower Cottage, I think, so that’s what I thought I’d do. I got so far then messed up the sunshine and I don’t think it is curable. I’ll start again but, if any of you have any ideas to make that sky work… (I was doing it on the plane home and my lines were too wobbly.)
And now it’s Diva Day and she asks for stripes, which is a nice challenge, even if I sort of did it already with the boxy one above. So the one for the Challenge is going to be white on black. Actually, looking at the piece of card I have chosen, it’s navy blue, but the contrast should still be good. Let’s see what I can come up with.
Well, not what I thought it would be at all. I just couldn’t think of anything, so just wandered from pattern to pattern randomly filling in spaces. Most unsatisfactory.
But that’ll have to do for now. Until next week, world, be good -ish.