clambered over the Kent peg tile roof I got to thinking...
'Is it really necessary LL to re-point the chimney?'
All you planned was to ask friends in for coffee after a delightful luncheon at Chapel Down.
Being a bit of a slut (only in the housework department you understand) I always feel the need to not only dust, but hoover as well.
Most times here nothing much moves, well occasionally I may be knocked over by tumbleweed blowing around the oak room; the make up of this, is mainly dog hair and fluff.
Don't get me wrong, I love my home, I really do. Trouble is, when I know folk are calling in, I love the stage setting of homemaking, not the polishing bit. I artistically arrange books (shortlisted Booker prize contenders naturally), light candles, bung copies of Mills and Boon's bodice-rippers, old Sporting Life back numbers and dog-eared Daily Males under the sofa.
On which I then Mae West recline, always within reach of a glass of bubbles.
Which neatly (or not so?) gets me to the main part of this post.
Hands up in the past I've been a frightful snob, and I ought to say here that my toppest pet hate is SNOBBERY, so I feel I am really exposing myself to ridicule.
Why? Because until very recently I've always loathed English wines, not any more I don't.
Chapel Down in Tenterden make the most wonderful wine. The food is lovely, the staff are superb, my sparkling wine came with the handsome waiter saying " glass of a thousand bubbles for you"
Over many years I have bought the most wonderous things from Jean.
A huge carpet bag, rag rugs, my wonderful HUGE Royal Ontario Museum velvet curtain, lamp shades, material to covert and coo over. The list just goes on.
Until now I've been horribly and unashamedly keeping her to myself! However after receiving this most adorable Victorian patchwork bedspread in the post this week, I feel the time has come to grow up and share her with you.
She is on my favourites list and if its material and interesting bits you're after I suggest you do the same!