Sometimes we like to have a date at lunch. We both have busy jobs and neither of us can take a long lunch, so on the rare occasions its possible we like to take advantage. Today we went to what’s become one of our go-to places, l’Gueuleton. I never pass up a chance for moules frites and himself had a really tasty mackerel salad. It’s always a cosy, relaxing spot and that neither of us had to return to work afterwards owing to time off the glasses of wine we also enjoyed went down very well.
Ironing laundry that’s still warm from the washing line.
Enjoying a new TV series a lot more than I expected.
Meeting an old and dear friend for lunch, which then extends to a fun evening of chats about serious and trivial matters.
A day off work on the morrow and planning all the things I can get done.
Being able to eat lunch outdoors-not something that happens very regularly.
My trials and errors in giving up shampoo continue. As the title says, I cannot remember when I last used shampoo-I think maybe six weeks ago or thereabouts. My conclusion is that no shampoo is … not great. My hair looks okay, but the texture is not good and it feels really greasy all the time. I guess my transition phase is rather long, and my refusal to use shampoo will continue, but I’m not sure how much longer I can keep up with having to tie up, braid or use a headscarf as the situation requires. I miss being able to let my hair down, quite literally, as it is just too sticky and gross to wear down outside the house.
We had brunch in Wuff today. I had a vegetable tagine and himself had fish and chips. The food was delicious and we were happy to note we’re slightly cool as we were definitely surrounded by younger, hipper people than us. We came across it completely by accident but we’re already planning a return visit. The cocktail menu looks very interesting and we’ve made a resolution to try some new restaurants as we tend to return to the same places over and over again.
I’ve been on a mission to reduce my consumption and, by extension, the waste I generate. I’ve already given up deodorant and using shampoo, I’ve switched to bar soap and I’ve ordered a couple of boxes of fruit and vegetables to be delivered to our home, most of which is packaging free. I’ve been bringing my own cloths and containers when I buy bread and meat, and I’m using up what we have before buying anything new.
I won’t lie, it has been a challenge. I haven’t found any package free pasta and I’m not yet brave enough to make my own. I’m not a talented baker of bread and I have a lot of tinned stuff to get through before I can stock up on less packaged food. I don’t love my hair right now, as it is waxy and I can’t wear it down because it looks awful. I shall persevere however, and I’m taking it in small, manageable steps.
I still regularly read childhood favourites, and reading classics like Anne of Green Gables as an adult is a very different experience as a women in my 30s than when I first read it more years ago than I care to remember. The awful scenario of a child who has lost both parents and suffered a string of less than appropriate home situations since she was a baby has much more impact on me now and reaches much deeper levels.
I didn’t know much about Lucy Maud Montgomery as a child, beyond the blurb that appeared on the back of the 1980s editions of the Anne books I borrowed from the library. I think generations of girls grew up knowing one piece of Canadian geography from the books, namely, the existence of Prince Edward Island. I’ve been planning on getting her journals and collections of little published works since accumulating a lot of out of print books like Kilmeny of the Orchard and what’s become one of my favourites, The Blue Castle.
It is a cliche and three quarters and an unoriginal thought in the extreme, but it is very sad that someone whose books brought me such joy and continue to inspire, challenge and entertain me as an adult had such a difficult road through life. Rilla of Ingleside is a brilliant read 100 years on from the Battle of the Somme and I think I was too young the first time I read it. As Anne said in another book about a chilling funeral, I shiver now when I read it, and feel only adult me can really appreciate how appalling the Great War was for the people fighting abroad and those left behind to worry.
I’m not feeling the love for my no shampoo experiment. My hair is still greasy to the point that I don’t wear it down in public and I’m finding the texture not pleasant at all. My level of stick-to-it-iveness has reached new heights however, so I will continue in the hope that by the six to eight weeks many report as being the turning point things will have improved. I scrubbed my hairbrush this morning with a tiny bit of the clarifying shampoo I used to use, wondering why I need something stronger than water to get rid of the gunk on the brush if water is all my hair needs to get clean.