I had a good time but am pleased for my own bed as I thought I would have to have both my legs amputated from the buttocks down as I was in so much discomfort from the mattress.
I think it was an IKEA mattress.
Not that I’ve got anything against the Swedish you understand, I’ve purchased my fair share of their products in the past and have appreciated every one of them.
But the beds…
They have a mind of their own.
I’ve still some residual pain, but I think I’m on the mend.
The house is lovely though. We’ve stayed there a few times now and this time it was even better as it wasn’t the summer and so it was cooler and there was hardly anyone else about.
So I read and I drew mandala’s – for no apparent reason except that I had to doodle.
I don’t like the birdhouse one, but hey.
There’s a group on FB if you like to draw mandala’s.
This morning I said to P,
‘So P, what do you think I’m going to do today?’
And for some reason that I swear I’ll never be able to grasp, he answered every other activity except for the studio.
Man! Does he not know me?
He must have thought that the cool air had muddled my senses as he was going on about cleaning the house, doing the washing, and other things too horrific to mention here.
We’ve been married for over 30 years now and he still hasn’t got a clue.
So I’ve to go out for a couple of hours first, I may even pop by the supermarket on the way home.
My toes are tingling at the thought…
Here are a few photographs of the back of the house.
I love the veranda. It’s my favourite place.
It’s situated perfectly so that it shields the wind and is always in shade.
Can’t ask for more in Texas.