‘living the Georgian dream’

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“The comfort of a home depends to a surprising extent on the proper functioning of things like taps, geysters, boilers, sash-cords and hinges”  

(Taken from ‘1000 Household hints’ – Elizabeth Craig, 1949 edition)

We are extremely lucky enough to live in a very rural, very beautiful, affluent, friendly English village – A little capsule of (stereotypical) ‘Jam&Jerusalem’ village fates, gossip and good neighbourliness.

With every house (including my own) being a visually pleasing smorgasbord of (real) shabby chic, Farrow Ball, Toile de Jouy and ticking, completed with a rayburn, a boarder terrier and non-functioning things like “taps, geysters, boilers, sash-cords and hinges” In short the way the Brits love to live – in old things that whilst have no central heating – or a working shower – DO have ‘lots’ of character and wear ‘Elephant’s Breath. No. 229′ really well.

(https://www.farrow-ball.com/)

In the winter we go to bed fully clothed and our lack of central heating has made cooking dinner in a onesie not a fashion choice but a lifestyle one – to keep warm! I don’t have a tap that doesn’t  drip,our totally un-economical real fires are a pain to clean out and a pain likened only to child birth to light – but they do look great at Christmas.

(My friend jokes she is ‘living the Georgian dream’ – going to bed early to keep warm ‘in her sleeping bag and 15 tog duvet’)

Ha xb

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erins picked flowers vodka absolut 1My kitchen window has gone all a little ‘Bloomsbury’ in colour – thanks to my little flower collector and some rather groovy limited edition Vodka Absolut bottles coupled with daffodils :0) XB

Church/shocked Sunday faces/hungover

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“Ok” the last time I went to Church was Christmas time, an evening candle lit service in our local Domesday church – with WINE…..the female vicar and I got horrendously drunk on Grenache – I think, I recall, I slagged off god :0/ (who I’m not a massive believer in -forgive me for I sinned) she slagged off the older parishioners who think women vicars are ‘sent’ from the devil / blame them for the recent floods etc etc (obv’s – that kind of ridiculous-ness’s).

Anyway the night ended with us climbing over a wall and helping her drive her pink fiat car (complete with a ‘fuelled by angels’ sign on the back window) a straight mile home blotto!!!! :0/ (OMG ‘I have sinned’)… Anyways somewhere between telling her my troubles with god (ie slagging-off-the-big guy-in the sky) and agreeing to ‘eye ball’ the old farts with female vicar isuses I agreed to go to the next family service (which is short of families) …..which well is today, the kids will be doing a reading, And I’ve just told them so! #shockedfaces……….9.30am to be at church, Sunday Best on and personally regretting the previous nights processo OD! Happy Sunday xxxxb