and now I am in recovery mode.. Roma Part One

Well I am back

What a weekend…

First some of the not so good parts –

1.  Starting a cold on the first night away.   I have been waiting in hope of a damn good cold, or maybe even flu so that I could have a excuse to lounge around in bed all day, with books and Toastie and radio and lots of sympathy etc.  As of last Thursday I had been waiting for about eighteen months, but no luck.  No.. We have to start the cold the evening I leave for Rome – Sod’s Law I believe it is called.

2.  No sleep the first night.  The seven of us thought it was a good idea and we would get more sleep if we booked into a Travel Lodge in Birmingham as we had to be at the airport at 5am Friday morning…. When the alarm went off at 3.30am  I was still awake… what larks!

3.  Two pairs of shoes but not the right pairs of shoes to withstand the miles of hot concrete and cobbles of Roman streets – will try a lot harder next time,  and there WILL be a next time because…

It was fecking fantastico!  The most amazing, romantic, interesting, supercalafradalisticexpealadocious  place I have ever been to.  And not only was the place wonderful but so was the company, the apartment that we stayed in and the weather,  all amazing  – so lucky I can still hardly believe it.

From the left, Al with one of his daughters Holly, Jenny and Simon with the wonderful spread that Al and Liz (Simon’s sister) put on for us when we arrived at their home in Birmingham the first night. Lovely people!
Liz, Chrissy and Kelly


Harvey, the most beautiful creature – Liz and Al’s fur child who, along with Mr T and Toastie the dog, should have come along with us..
The Crew crossing the bridge on the way to the Vatican, second morning. Liz taking the photo and from left to right, Simon, Al, Chrissy, Mouse and Jenny
The fortress Castle Sant’Angelo – began life in AD139 as the Emperor Hadrian’s mausoleum and has had many uses over the years but now houses a fifty eight room museum (one for next time). Photo taken from the bridge on the way to the Vatican.
Liz and Jenny in front of a 4 metre high 1st century bronze pine cone. Jenny’s birthday present to me was a contribution towards the fee for our guided tour of the Vatican Museum and Sistine Chapel – good present huh?
Egyptian lions the oldest sculpture in the Vatican – and that is saying something.


I had seen this image in books before but this time it’s me taking the photo, YaY!
Nero’s wife’s bath made of red porphyry. Sorry about the quality of the photos but I was so brain dead with a cold that I forgot my proper camera and had to rely on my mobile (on a visit to the Vatican for heavens sake)


Gallery of maps – incredible
Your’s truly with Jen and Liz at the Coliseum


I do have lots more photos but that’s it for now.  Having charged through the last four days my body has given up and I am having a pyjama day before work tomorrow.  The weather in Rome was so lovely and warm, and we have arrived home to flooding and the need to put the heating on so it is a good day to snuggle down.

Oh and Happy Autumn/Spring Equinox everyone!

of time and crochet and chelsea buns..

So – what I really want to do is to carry on crocheting, I have a new lacy triangle scarf pattern and have already made and sold one and now I need to make another to wear myself.  Blogging needs to be done however, as I am getting back into the old habit of putting it off far too long again.  I have a way to go to beat the late Douglas Adams when it come to procrastination, as apparently his book ‘So Long and Thanks for all the Fish’ was 12 years late.

As usual much is happening and nothing is happening.  What I mean is, my life is packed full of things to do but for the most part they are all pretty usual.  It is all heightened however because of the HRT I started taking about six weeks ago and which has given me my life back – this is not an exaggeration.  I no longer live in quiet desperation (sometimes not so quiet admittedly) and am still amazed that I can wake up every day and feel ‘normal’.    My 50th birthday is rushing at me like an over enthusiastic labrador and my daily dose of hormone is the bestest birthday present EVER.  HOORAH!! WITH NOBS ON!!

I am off to Rome with friends on the 21st September for 4 days and then the following weekend will be my birthday party and then a week at Three Cliffs Bay on the Gower Peninsular with Mr T and Toastie the Dog.  On my actual birthday we will be going out to dinner in Swansea with lovely friends Julian and Kath.  All absolutely fabulous  and wonderful.

I am looking forward to being fifty.  I am just so impressed and extremely thankful that I have made it this far – half a century!  There is no way I would go back to being young now without being able to take my old self with me.. Fancy having all the youth, stamina, beautiful skin, body – all that newness and all that time ahead of you.. and not being able to appreciate it.

A few photos..

One of the collars I have made to sell.
Lace Scarf I have just unexpectedly sold and now need to make another.
Happy crochet coasters – made from much maligned acrylic but launder like a dream.
Come to Hay-on-Wye on a Thursday market day for Alex Gooch’s utterly delectable bread (enormous Chelsea Bun pictured, alas it is no longer). Alex was rung on a weekend a while back and asked to make bread for the Queen who was visiting a nearby town on the Monday.. how cool is that!?

Gratuitous Toastie photo.

How I’m feeling and how I hope you are feeling too…