As our team crashed out of the Rugby World Cup we were left eating the doughnuts of bitter failure. Ah, well. Next time.
But, yes, we were smelling good. Or make that: we were smelling all macho and irresistible to women. My tidying - that decluttering I started a couple of weeks ago? - is of the basic kind. I find six things every day and I throw them out. So on Saturday I blew the dust off an ancient bottle of Christmas aftershave and I poured it down the bathroom basin. Twenty years in the bottle? It had a lot of catching up to do. I can still catch a hint of its delicate bouquet this morning.
But we did more than sob and sniff. It was a sock ripping out and starting again weekend. A shortening the straps on the Formal dress weekend. It all comes together on Thursday! A writing postcards about where we live to help with a school project weekend. A shopping for Halloween decorations; ooh, no that's way too scary weekend. A cooking beef stifado weekend. A putting away the barbecue weekend. And an are we ready for the Christmas catalogues? weekend. My answer? Just about! After all, I need something else to think about if Monday finds me consigning my lucky green shirt to the laundry basket. Four years til it's needed again..
Last week Louise H, Helena, Mary-Lou, Julia, Ruth, Ladkyis, Maggie, Deb, Sandra, Jane, Gail, Karen, Alison, Lizzy, Sheena, Fiona and Eileen all gave us a wave and wished us all the best for the week ahead. I'm waving right back! Have a good one. Oh, and join in if you'd like. You'd be very welcome.