Gorgeous lazy morning (with much ginger honey & lemon to try to warm up and soothe my scritchey throat). Coffee gurgling to completion now; curled up reading.
Have a lovely day, all X
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Happy St Pat's
Dublin is off to a bright sunshiney start.
Gorgeous lazy morning (with much ginger honey & lemon to try to warm up and soothe my scritchey throat). Coffee gurgling to completion now; curled up reading.
Have a lovely day, all X
Gorgeous lazy morning (with much ginger honey & lemon to try to warm up and soothe my scritchey throat). Coffee gurgling to completion now; curled up reading.
Have a lovely day, all X
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Seedlet
Ah, Springtime. Is there anything like the feeling of new seeds sprouting?
Some day, that shall be lavender :-)
Some day, that shall be lavender :-)
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Oscar Night
(Getting around to this late, I know...)
Oscar Night at mine: the guests arrived in immaculate garb, having managed a media blackout for the day. Wager money filled up our little purple pot; there were divine cocktails and treaty nibbles around our miniature red carpet, some last minute side bets... and then the ceremony began.
More bets were soon suggested: worst melt-down, most cleavage - we kept ourselves amused :-)
And after the official ceremony, to decide on an ultimate winner for each category, we resorted to quiz questions. It transpired that this was kind of the same strategy as each of us walking over to my brother-in-law and handing over all our winnings. As it turned out, there could be only one :-)
Lovely evening. Thanks to all for all the participation, and for the fabulous brownies Tara! And well done on getting out of the Cottage with all the loot, Mike!
Oscar Night at mine: the guests arrived in immaculate garb, having managed a media blackout for the day. Wager money filled up our little purple pot; there were divine cocktails and treaty nibbles around our miniature red carpet, some last minute side bets... and then the ceremony began.
More bets were soon suggested: worst melt-down, most cleavage - we kept ourselves amused :-)
And after the official ceremony, to decide on an ultimate winner for each category, we resorted to quiz questions. It transpired that this was kind of the same strategy as each of us walking over to my brother-in-law and handing over all our winnings. As it turned out, there could be only one :-)
Lovely evening. Thanks to all for all the participation, and for the fabulous brownies Tara! And well done on getting out of the Cottage with all the loot, Mike!
Monday, March 7, 2011
Flumpers: Party of Two
Ah, Monart went by in a blink: by the time I'd figured out what a caldarium was, admitted that Kniepp therapy might not necessarily be a madey-uppy thing, and imbibed my ration of lemon & parsley water, it was time to open a bottle o'red and get stuck into a fine evening meal with my mom.
Heaven. And did I mention the dark relaxation room? Lovely fabrics, low music, lit only by candlelight. Heaven to the nth.
The following day we indulged in it all again (and remembered the camera before we finished and headed for our wander around the estate). The 18th century Georgian house was built by Nathanial Cookman (financier to George I and local live-in landowner) whose son married a daughter of the Jameson-Whiskey folk (Jameson was at that time local whiskey for local people). The place remained in the Cookman family until 2002, when Monartization commenced. The spa is all a swanky new production, but there's a nice mix of old and new. The extension doesn't detract from the impact of the original house, and the surrounding ancient trees really ground the setting.
Although we didn't try the plunge pool :-)
Heaven. And did I mention the dark relaxation room? Lovely fabrics, low music, lit only by candlelight. Heaven to the nth.
The following day we indulged in it all again (and remembered the camera before we finished and headed for our wander around the estate). The 18th century Georgian house was built by Nathanial Cookman (financier to George I and local live-in landowner) whose son married a daughter of the Jameson-Whiskey folk (Jameson was at that time local whiskey for local people). The place remained in the Cookman family until 2002, when Monartization commenced. The spa is all a swanky new production, but there's a nice mix of old and new. The extension doesn't detract from the impact of the original house, and the surrounding ancient trees really ground the setting.
Although we didn't try the plunge pool :-)
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