Wake up on a nice firm mattress, in cool linen sheets. Sit in bed sipping a cup of Earl Grey and listening to somebody doing the housework, and somebody else attending to the garden.
Shower in a bathroom that somebody else has cleaned, and dress in clothes that somebody else has laundered.
Wander around garden, with husband, dogs, cats and parrot in tow, admiring weedless flowerbeds and perfect lawn.
Retire to an immaculately tidy and uncluttered office, with a vase of fresh flowers on the window sill, and spend three hours uninterrupted doing what I love – writing. Either working on my own books, or with other writers
A huge lunch, magically calorie-free. A long walk with husband and dogs, during which we will meet no irritating, stinging or buzzing insects.
Another cup of tea, a great big slice of calorie-free cake, and another three hours of work which will not be interrupted by phone calls, unexpected visitors or any kind of natural disaster.
An hour in the kitchen creating a meal to share with husband and friends. Somebody to clear away and wash up the mess.
Back to bed.
As you see, I am a woman of very simple tastes.
Chances of ever enjoying such a day: about the same as winning a Nobel Prize.
Just call in the house sitter, from Kenya, and, with a swhish and a swoosh, you can have your above perfect day!
By: Vivien on July 27, 2007
at 1:49 pm
She’ll be disguised!
By: Vivien on July 27, 2007
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“She’ll be disguised!”
How will I recognise her then?
By: merewoman on July 27, 2007
at 7:47 pm
It’s easy, as she will be in disguise you won’t recognise her, ergo she must be in disguise therefore be someone you would recognise otherwise.
So . . . look for someone you don’t recognise and greet effusively. Might be embarrassing but could lead to a whole new experience – go for it.
I am never in disguise so it won’t be me…….
By: Adrian on December 24, 2007
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I’m getting very unsettled with all this talk of disguises. One never knows who might be creeping around in the bushes waiting to spring upon the unwary.
Think I’d better start locking myself in.
Happy Christmas, Liz and Adrian
By: merewoman on December 24, 2007
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Be wary
We do:) ATB 4X LnA The card is great
By: Adrian on December 24, 2007
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ATB 4X LnA = Wot that?
By: merewoman on December 24, 2007
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Susie, I recognise that you are a mere woman but you’re not that dim. ATB all the best: 4X for Christmas< LnA Liz and Adrian. Me, I don’t have a clue what text messages are or why Tiscali seem so disappointed that I do not SMS?
BTW hope you are weller, LnA
By: Adrian on December 30, 2007
at 1:38 pm
This merewoman had most of its brain cells sucked out and vaporized over the last year; the few escapees succumbed to the flu, hence a mindless moron of a merewoman.
Nearly beginning to get weller, thank you.
Happy New Year.
By: merewoman on December 31, 2007
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Earl Grey first thing!!!???
….and what about some exercise? Else it’s all pleasures and no joy!
Enjoying your blog. Got here from total france, a post about cycling. Did you ever get to do that long cycling trip you talked about? I was half expecting to read about it here.
SB
By: steve on February 2, 2008
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Steve
Welcome!
Sitting up in bed; listening; showering; dressing; wandering; walking; cooking: how much more exercise can a woman manage in one day?
Yes, we cycled from Versailles through Paris and along the Marne valley as far as Chalons, then north to Reims and back along the Marne, back through Paris to Versailles. A fantastic experience, but even with an electrically-assisted bike I found the hills of the Champagne exhausting. The account is currently in a manuscript waiting for a discriminating publisher to pounce on it.
Earl Grey is the only tea I like; all the rest I find too tannic.
Happy cycling. I see that you have many accomplishments. Chapeau!
Susie
By: merewoman on February 2, 2008
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*lol* I like your day, just change the Earl Grey with German Jacobs Coffee!
By: Netty on February 29, 2008
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By: merewoman on March 3, 2008
at 9:18 am
I am sipping Earl Grey right now. Miss my cigarettes sometimes. Although the food tastes better now. May be because the sense of smell recovered after quitting. The best tea I ever had was when I lived in Russia – may be because I was hungry then. They have calorie free cakes now, but I am afraid they give cancer – I am suspicious to foods that were not foods a hundred years ago. Can’t resist chocolate, baklava and cream caramel… my thighs can attest to it. Good thing I came to live in America – people here are becoming rounder and rounder – so I fit in the crown
By: ellievellie on May 4, 2009
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Hi Ellievellie
Nice of you to drop in. Did you drink your tea in Russia from a samovar? That always looks so cool. I just drop a tea-bag in a mug because I am a philistine with no class
Cannot be bothered with tea-pots and fussy little china cups like Grandma used.
I like Earl Grey because it’s not too tannic; and Lapsang Souchong, too for the same reason. Am trying to get to like white tea because it’s supposed to be good for you, but it’s a struggle. Funny how all the things we like best are either bad for us or fattening, isn’t it?
By: merewoman on May 4, 2009
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Good Morning! Coffee rules my mornings. They had samovars almost in every house in Russia – purely for decoration. At least I’ve never seen anyone using them, but they are pretty things to look at
Tea-bag in a mug – that is my way too. Although I like the fancy china – my Mom has a cupboard full with farfor tea cups. I had trouble understanding what is the point of having all those cups if you never use them. I understand now – they make me happy – they are so beautiful. Some day I’ll get myself a china set – and I promise myself to use it. It has to be with curly edges and golden trimming and flowers on the cup and on the plate
Right now my mug says:”My friends visited Myrtle Beach and all I’ve got was this lousy mug” American Original:)
I hope your day be as close to your perfect day dream as possible!
Ellie
By: ellievellie on May 4, 2009
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With those little curly cups I’m always worried that the handle will come off in my hand.
By: merewoman on May 7, 2009
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