Hello, thank you for popping in here and thank you for the kind and understanding comments you left here yesterday. So far, I have not missed my college notes at all!
In October 2009 the Best Beloved and I went away by ourselves for a weekend, a memorable couple of days in a cottage on Anglesey. Beside the fireplace there was a wicker basket which held a large pile of Country Living magazines and over the course of the weekend I think I looked through all of them. I was hooked; I loved the photographs, the recipes, the articles, I loved everything about them, even though they portrayed a lifestyle so very different to my own. Those magazines filled my head with unattainable daydreams which made me very happy. So when we returned home I bought the current issue, and the next month I bought another, and so it went on for a year or so. The Best Beloved noticed how much I enjoyed reading this magazine and surprised me with a subscription for my birthday and, feeling quite smug with his excellently-received choice of gift, did the same the following year. Then came the time of austerity when birthday gifts and monthly magazines were luxuries which we couldn't afford so there were no new issues for me. However, because I am a bit of a hoarder, and I really couldn't bring myself to get rid of such beautiful magazines, I had kept every copy so as the months turned I was able to pull out the appropriate issue from a previous year and reread it. This made me feel quite smug.
Several years have passed like this and the magazines have been read several times. They have sat in a pile beside my fireplace, not in a lovely wicker basket but held tight and tidy in a corner in an almost architectural manner. When I say "a pile", it's actually more like "a column", perhaps almost "a pillar". I am very grateful to those magazines for the hours of pleasure they have given me but, feeling energised by the bit of space I acquired on Sunday, yesterday I felt ready to bid them goodbye. Twenty-seven of them are now in the recycling bin - not all, I have kept the December issues because I do like an inspirational festive magazine.
So now I have a little more space than I had this time yesterday. I had hoped that I would feel a little lighter than I felt yesterday but I don't. Instead, I think I am looking round to see where the next extra bit of space might come from. If I make enough space, there may be room for some Christmas spirit- it's not here yet but that's all right because it's not Christmas yet, it's Advent, a time for taking stock and preparing for the future.
See you soon.
Love, Mrs Tiggywinkle x