Since last chatting to you, I've had to search for my mislaid poetry collection; how one can lose an entire collection of poetical writing, I just cannot think.
The entire work, all neatly catalogued and filed away in brightly coloured folders, has simply become lost. I've searched through all the boxes and bags in our flat. The dear SO has very patiently stood by while I've turned our home upside-down in my quest to find my missing papers. They are simply nowhere to be found and my brow is horribly furrowed, and I am absolutely distraught by my loss.
Now of course, my computer has been able to print off copies of everything saved within but, earlier works, half-finished and just begun works, and some work written while in Australia and Hong Kong on holiday, somehow has not been recorded and this is what I am most upset about not being able to find.
I have to admit my problem is one of too much; by this I mean I try to keep everything, and somehow, papers become terribly muddled and confused, and things become lost, or lose themselves.
It's all very upsetting.
On Thursday evening my girlfriend and I went to our first Women's Institute evening and we heard a most fascinating talk given by the wife of a Belgian chocolatier, who now has his own business in Oxfordshire, which he runs with his wife, and it was she who came to talk to us. It was absolutely fascinating.
Now I've made a few chocolate Easter eggs and sweets and knew a little about the art of tempering the chocolate to ensure a good shine and crisp snap to the finished product, but I knew very little of the pod in which the beans are contained on the tree, and how these pods are collected and dealt with in the process of chocolate production.
And then, of course, we were able to taste and buy some of their special chocolate, which we all did with much enthusiasm; obviously, all of us very keen chocoholics and we even brought some home to our waiting families.
Scrumptious!!
I go up to London next week for my visit to Chiswick House and gardens, providing it doesn't snow before then, and am Skyping my son in Australia tomorrow evening, and we shall have much to talk about, for I've been doing more family research, so we shall have a very lively conversation!
Well, must finish now, for it's late and really I ought to go to bed. And it's Saturday tomorrow, which is a jolly nice day, when we always manage to do something interesting. On Sunday, ah peaceful day, for church and family or a jolly walk, or a cosy sofa to curl up on and read a good book, or even.......to watch a nice TV film.
Have a lovely weekend, whatever you have planned to do,, and we'll chat again very soon.
Cheerio - Daisy
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