Wednesday, 21 November 2012

Fragment's of fragrances

Freshly baked bread on a frosty winter's day.
The aroma of morning coffee beans to stir your sleepy thoughts.
The gentle sea breeze accompanied with vanilla and chocolate ice cream, reminisce of a childhood holiday.
Just a few fragment's of fragrances to tantalise your senses.
How powerful various whiffs can be!
I was reminded of this one recent Saturday at The Hilton hotel with my mother.
Twenty something of us attended a create your own perfume experience, followed by afternoon tea in the library.
Paper sticks were circulated, our eager noses trying to guess the smells, their place in society, and why we are drawn to certain odors.
Citrus, for the fun loving, adventurous spirit. Sandlewood, for the sensual, calming people in this world. Just a couple of the not so secret ingredients I concocted for my own personal perfume.
It was great way to spend a Saturday. And for the naming cermony of my navy atomiser, Blessings, was the chosen one.
Blessings, the title of the top table at our wedding. The top table full to the brim with special people, confirming I am truly blessed in this crazy life.
The strawberry and blackberry tart afterwards, washed down with mint tea, smelt pretty good too!



Saturday, 10 November 2012

A slice of life (with Lemsip)

I've been feeling under the weather today.
My usual Saturday morning cheerfulness was clouded with aching limbs and a painful, tender, throat.
It was time for Lemsip, a hot water bottle, and watching Saturday Morning Kitchen under the duvet.



Despite feeling poorly, I have an over active brain, and as nice as it was to watch cookery programmes from the comfort of my bed, I had things to do and didn't want to waste the day.

Time to make a start on my Christmas cards.


I've written a list, and 43 cards need to be made. Soldier on!


Okay, I've made 15 and that's quite enough under the circumstances. My body was crying out for another Lemsip and a break. The sofa is calling me, and a browse through my new Afternoon Tea cookery book.
Hopefully I'll feel better tomorrow. I have a roast chicken dinner date with friend.



Sunday, 4 November 2012

The day I met George Michael

It was a typical Autumn day; blustery, leaves cascading from their trees, and a slight chill in the air.
I emerged from under my duvet; sleepy, feeling apprehensive, and a little bit excited.
Wiping the dreams from my eyes, I glanced at my sacred George Michael ticket.
The day had finally arrived!
George Michael was performing at Earls Court, London, and thanks to a fellow Twitter fan, I was privileged with inside knowledge of a public house literally opposite his postal address.
I'll be honest with you, I did not think for one tiny moment that I would actually be lucky enough to see his face appear from his dwellings.
I even felt a shade of guilt for interrupting his personal life with this private information.
But never the less, I found myself outside his grand house, with my friend, and I don't mind admitting, my hands were shaking.
Especially when George's driver looked at the twenty something crowd outside his gates and spoke.
"You'll have to clear a path for him. You can take pictures but you can't ask him for pictures with you."
I looked at my friend and silently screamed.
I remember thinking, is this really happening to me? Am I really outside George Michael's house, awaiting for him to appear, hands trembling and poised with my camera phone?
Someone pinch me.
Second thoughts, please don't, let me live this fantasy forever.
Next, something amazing happened.
GEORGE MICHAEL STEPPED OUTSIDE HIS BLACK GATES AND ONTO THE PAVEMENT!
I was the first person he saw.
(What did you expect dear readers, I'd pushed and politely shoved my way to the front, like my future depended on it.)
Our eyes met.
I remained unbelievably calm for someone who was living one of the greatest, anticipated, moments of their entire life.
And I said to him, "Hi George!"
In my humble frame of mind I could not think of anything interesting or ground breaking, or a conversation starter.
Merely, "Hi George!"
He looked at me and smiled.
He let me take his picture.
It was as if time stood still.
After twenty five years of watching this super star on the silver screen, in pop videos and in interviews, and on tour, I was feet away from him. In real life!
I could see the fake tan on his face.
The white veneers on his teeth.
The causal track suit he was wearing.
And that smile.
Just for me.
Until all the other fans jumped on the band wagon and he had to move!
For as long as I live, and breathe air in this wonderful world, I will never, ever, forget that typical autumn day.
The day I met George Michael.