28/06/2016

Have been at my holiday home since 23 June,am returning to London on Sunday 3 July. Every day is a wonderful day here.When the flat was being built I had one proviso only - that the kitchen/diner is placed on the side bathed from the morning til the evening in the sun. I love my second home. Nothing is yet how I would like it eventually to be. Curtains bellowing in a gentle breeze,heavy drapes with deep red flowers,large comfy sofas big enough to take an afternoon nap on,off white furniture. When my husband died, my dreams died with him. But slowly my life is changing. Tomorrow there is going to be an armchair delivered I had made to my own specifications. But today,today is a day of reflection. I had a neighbour once,a beautifully dressed attractive woman, 39 or so, involved with an Egyptian dentist of about the same age. Their nanny had told me how he would criticize her that she was fat.She wasn't,but she had a baby at 38,held a very demanding job that paid the mortgage and all the outgoings,and it was hard for her to regain the sylph -like pre-birth figure,having little time to go to the gym. After six years they sold the flat and left. A year later I had a note from her saying they had divorced. Criticism is soul destroying. I never ever ever want to find myself in a position like that. Never.