I've had a weekend full of people. Which is lovely. I do love my friends, I really do. But for some reason the last couple of days, company has been too much for me. I found myself with people all day yesterday, and when I wasn't with people I was cooking a huge meal for lots of people (and I dropped an entire rhubarb crumble on the floor taking it out of the oven, which didn't amuse me), and this morning in what I can only imagine to be a fit of insanity I went to a car boot sale with a couple of friends where I was surrounded by people selling off the detritus from their people-ly lives and... urgh. If I could have been transported to a remote mountaintop right then, I'd have been in heaven. As it was, I was in a real grump and probably not good company.
I bought a few bunches of the most beautiful pinks though, so that makes me happy.
This afternoon I ordered our wedding cake (I am just getting three fruit cakes from extra large to medium, white iced, to tier up and cover with whatever fresh flowers take my fancy - it's not like I'm going to eat it, so I can't be fussed with it) and then spent a couple of peaceful hours with more friends, digging up horseradish roots from the edge of Salisbury Plain in the sun. Now I am back home, blessedly alone, and there is a storm brewing which should be fantastic if it comes to anything. And it will save me having to water the garden later, so bring the rain on please.
Nutrition has unfortunately been so-so. It's difficult to eat enough CR food in company, and today I ate various cheeses and a couple of ryvita rye crackers for lunch (with tomatoes and celery) - cheese is my weakness, and I haven't had it for ages, and I was 109lbs on the scale yesterday so... Hmm, no, I can't justify it! But it was yummy. And I can have a light meal of greenery tonight.
Even with the storm brewing I'd quite like to be lying out in the garden right now, but unfortunately my neighbours on one side, and their neighbours (both sets of friends of mine) have been fighting, and I seem to have been caught in the middle. Now the set of neighbours on the far side seem not to be talking to me, and given the proximity of our gardens it's all rather awkward - they are out there gardening right now, and having not noticed they were there for a while, it now looks as though I am ignoring them as well - which I'm not, but... argh! I don't quite know what to do to fix the rift since it wasn't of my making in the first place, but since I was there when it happened I appear to have been tarred with the same brush. It's quite upsetting.
Isn't it daft how petty humankind can be, sometimes? It's all about territory - the argument began over the garden border. Bizarre. But not nice. I hate conflict. But one can only apologise for something one hasn't done so much before apology becomes a source of friction itself.
Six weeks today and The Day/Weekend will all be over. I wonder what on earth I will find to occupy my imagination after that!