Monday

A little belatedly (the return of the missing no.7 resident has been quite a distraction), here is my account of Monday to complete the ‘my day in four’ series.

I took the day off on Monday as I knew with Neil coming home there would be very little chance any work would get done, and despite every intention to crack on with a few uni assignments, my instinct was right! Indeed I was just a little bit excited on Monday and woke up ridiculously early, opening the curtains to find another beautiful day on the other side.

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Having made myself respectable to the outside world I did a little bit of shopping, posted some letters and then waited for news that Neil’s plane had landed. Finally at 11:55am it did (having been rather delayed) and within a few hours he was home safe and sound and with a present for me!

Not that I was at all expecting one at all…..

Or had sent him away with a list of acceptable gifts, my favourite colours and sizes in US and UK conversions….

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Needless to say I was very happy with my new apparel!

After a fortnight apart Neil managed to stave off his jet lag long enough to catch up on the latest gossip with Janet. Here they are together…

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So with Neil home once more and my source of sanity restored, Janet felt it an appropriate time to say her goodbyes, pack up her little watering can and head off home.

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Wherever that might be….

The Weekend

Where did it go? As you can see I am rather behind with my weekend update – and ‘poor show’ I say being the penultimate post of the ‘my day in four’ series. Please accept my apologies.

Saturday

I woke on Saturday having had a marvellous sort of sleep – one of those ones where you wake up feeling heavy and relaxed, and this happy sensation was furthered as I rolled over to find bright sunlight streaming through the gap in my curtains. I jumped out of bed (literally, I kid you not), had a shower and began what turned out to be a very productive day:

I finally got around to putting the wood stain on our new wardrobe doors!

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I did some much needed housework and made all of the glass things shiny again

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I looked after Janet who is suffering from a poorly yellow leaf (at the bottom draped across the pot)

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After which I did some uni work and reading for my dissertation before one of my oldest and bestest friends Amanda joined me for supper. I’m not sure how she’d rate it, but I had a lovely evening as we tucked into sausage and mash, watched some girly films with a bottle of Merlot and put the world to right.

Followed by some chocolate brownie.

This is Amanda with Ant and Dec – she’s so showbiz!

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Sunday

Sunday was of course Mothers Day –¬†and in true Turner tradition, this inevitably means a day out somewhere random. This year’s choice was a little village called Selbourne – somewhere in Hampshire where the locals are ‘local’ and that’s the way they like it.

In Selbourne we visited ‘Gilbert White’s House’ and the ‘Oates Museum’ – somewhere Mum had been itching to go ever since I was an undergraduate in Portsmouth and we used to drive through Selbourne on our way to the coast. If I’m truly honest the museum and house were a bit lacking in things to see, but we enjoyed a very nice ‘locally farmed’ ham ploughmans in the dear little tea shop and walked around Mr White’s extensive gardens. Here’s me and my mum:

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Selbourne is a very special type of place – a place time has forgotten if you will, although they certainly are doing their bit to keep up with the times, having recently installed broadband within the community:

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Selbourne may also be seen to be ‘doing their bit’ for equal opportunities and diversity within society, giving support to all participants in this years local ‘fun run’.

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One way however that establishes Selbourne as a true ‘local’ community are the physical attributes of its population.

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May she rest in peace.

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