I got caught yesterday!
After sleeping until lunchtime then fiddling about on here, I was still in my dressing gown when the doorbell rang at four o'clock.
It was my Mum's cousin Pat. I've mentioned her before, she's the lady that after her husband left her with three children, went back to college, got a good job, then went all over the world on a shoe string. We have the same eclectic taste in art and furniture, and we have always really got on. She just laughed when I said I was sorry I wasn't dressed, and asked if it was the same dressing gown Diana bought for her brother from me, it was.
We had tea and a nice chat. As she was getting ready to set off back to Rawtenstall, she said she had something for me if I wanted it. She said she'd been talking to Mum, who'd told her that she was worried about me not physically not being able to get out of bed in the mornings, so did I want a commode, as she had one in the car? I sort of stuttered er..........an afirmative answer. I did say I would quickly throw on some clothes to help her, but she said no she could manage, and off out she went.
Oh God, what was I thinking of? Why didn't I say I didn't want some awful, hospital type, metal chair contraption? She arrived back at the door. The commode is actually an early to mid Victorian honeyed oak box. It has turned bun feet, and is about two feet square, and about eighteen inches tall. To look at it you wouldn't know the lid would lift up at all to reveal the porcelain jerry inside. The sides have panels which make it look like a bee hive. I absolutely adore it. I should have trusted her not to lumber me with something which isn't beautiful.
When I left Glasgow I left behind mt two bathrooms, one en suite, but now I have a bathroom in a box. I don't think I'll ever use it for it's intended purpose, but I will enjoy looking at my new seat/occasional table. I was going to write enjoy looking at my new stool, but thought better of it.
After sleeping until lunchtime then fiddling about on here, I was still in my dressing gown when the doorbell rang at four o'clock.
It was my Mum's cousin Pat. I've mentioned her before, she's the lady that after her husband left her with three children, went back to college, got a good job, then went all over the world on a shoe string. We have the same eclectic taste in art and furniture, and we have always really got on. She just laughed when I said I was sorry I wasn't dressed, and asked if it was the same dressing gown Diana bought for her brother from me, it was.
We had tea and a nice chat. As she was getting ready to set off back to Rawtenstall, she said she had something for me if I wanted it. She said she'd been talking to Mum, who'd told her that she was worried about me not physically not being able to get out of bed in the mornings, so did I want a commode, as she had one in the car? I sort of stuttered er..........an afirmative answer. I did say I would quickly throw on some clothes to help her, but she said no she could manage, and off out she went.
Oh God, what was I thinking of? Why didn't I say I didn't want some awful, hospital type, metal chair contraption? She arrived back at the door. The commode is actually an early to mid Victorian honeyed oak box. It has turned bun feet, and is about two feet square, and about eighteen inches tall. To look at it you wouldn't know the lid would lift up at all to reveal the porcelain jerry inside. The sides have panels which make it look like a bee hive. I absolutely adore it. I should have trusted her not to lumber me with something which isn't beautiful.
When I left Glasgow I left behind mt two bathrooms, one en suite, but now I have a bathroom in a box. I don't think I'll ever use it for it's intended purpose, but I will enjoy looking at my new seat/occasional table. I was going to write enjoy looking at my new stool, but thought better of it.