Sissinghurst - White Garden

 I love Sissinghurst and especially the white garden, here are some snaps I took whilst Erbie and I were there...

Inside the tower

The white garden

Through the hedge

follow the bad smell to:

Dragon arum, gorgeous but stinky, they pollinate with flies, attracting them by smelling like rotting flesh. 

The orchard

The tower

Thyme bed

Honeysuckle wigwam

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Buy George - Commemorative Baby China

Man they're fast! This doesn't even have the baby's name on it yet. There must be a pink lot too consigned to re-painting, what would they be worth! 

This official commemorative bone china loving cup hand finished in 22 carat gold celebrates the birth of the son of TRH The Duke and Duchess of Cambridge on Monday 22nd July 2013.

The exclusive design shows the lion and unicorn from the Royal Arms supporting the coronet of TRH The Duke and Duchess of Cambridge. The oak leaves surrounding the design are taken from the Middleton family's coat of arms, who knew they had a coat of arms.

I like the addatum: “The name of the royal baby will be added to the gold banner in the design following the official announcement. Which we now know to be George.”

This item comes wrapped in exclusively designed Royal Baby tissue paper, and is presented in an exclusive Royal Collection Trust gift box with an information card.

£39 from the Royal Collection Shop.

Feeling mauve - colour my mood.

Lilac - Syringa vulgaris © GAP Photos.
How could anyone feel mauve with the scent of lilac in the air.

It would seem I have been feeling a ‘little lilac’ for about 3 years now. It’s not the ‘mean reds’ or the ‘blues’ or even a ‘deep purple’ just a hazy mauve.

Since we have moved here from the West End things have gone from bad to well just about the same really!

Yes, we managed to get a mortgage to purchase this flat from the Belle Mere and yes we managed to get Erbie into the school we were happy for him to go to, but boy a lot of other stuff has happened, mainly involving The GR’s family - yet again.

Having decided to wipe the slate clean and start afresh with no family interference quite the opposite has happened. The grandfather split with his second wife and moved back to the UK. The prodigal brother got the big C and moved back in with the Belle Mere. Everything looked as if it was about to implode but it hasn’t. It has just continued. A visa, a wedding, a birth, a Christmas, a birthday or seven, all have been and gone and are coming round again (well not the birth, he’s going to be one - the prodigal son is the father). All with an underscore of very noisy and intrusive daily building works going on next door. Of course it is sod’s law, that as soon as we get our own place, somewhere we really need to relax and escape it would be destroyed at such close quarters.

I’ve been seriously questioning our luck attraction, and finding it hard to stay positive when there seems to be so much negativity around. I found myself saying:
‘I wish I wasn’t so tired and ill all the time’ the other day instead of:
 ‘I wish I was healthy and full of energy’.

I’ve just reread my old post about the clinical trial I did and how well I was, I remember vaguely feeling well, slim, fit and happy - ha! I haven’t exercised in 3 years and it shows, on the scales and in my clothes. My posture is appalling and my skin is constantly spotty, (ironically the mums at the school gates keep asking me if we’ll be having a second child, not because I’m fat, because of the outbreaks, I must look young enough to conceive|) double ha!

I know that positive thinking really works, it got me a garden. It’s just hard sometimes to focus when its the end of June and my feet are freezing cold and I’m feeling a bit, um well, mauve.

Anyway moan over, it helps to get stuff off my chest once in a while and it has been a while.

Now I shall go and make a cake. On second thoughts perhaps I’ll go and drink a bottle of water and do some exercise. Ha ha ha.