A room without a roof

Happiness comes in many forms.

Meeting up with these beauties brings me real joy - look at them!

Vix did a post about Our Day Out here.

 

New frocks that cost a fiver...

unexpected tulips in my garden...

borrowing my neighbour's gorgeous ginger fella...

 and seeing Nina's art work (she painted the foxes) in her school mural:

these things are happiness on a plate.

Oh look - more Nina. 

With Uncle Gary.

Two of my favourite people.

Lemon drizzle cakes (made by me)...

huevos rancheros for brunch (not made by me)...

and a Fanny that plays records.

These are Good Things, clearly.

 

 So is a visit to Chatsworth House... 

 especially when there are hats to try on...

with my gorgeous niece. 

Always good to have a weekend away - how about Stratford upon Avon?

Beautiful sunshine, blue skies, and this man...

Yes, there are lots of reasons to clap along, if you know what happiness is to you.

Hope everyone is well, I'll be popping by soon. 

xxx

My darling Clementine

My alter ego, Mme le Derriere, is rather a monster. 

She's rude, egocentric, a hypocrite, a snob, and a bully.

Is it bad that I rather like being her, now and again?

My Clementine photo shoot for this month's amazing edition of Vogoff  (thank you, Melanie, you did a brilliant job putting it all together) was done on location at Chatsworth House in Derbyshire, seat of the Duke of Devonshire. 

I cavorted about in the grounds of the estate, much to the incomprehension of the resident sheep, passing dog walkers and ramblers, and the coach parties arriving for their visit to one of the finest stately homes in England. 

I blame these two...

 

... Joanne and Sue, chauffeur and PA respectively.

Sue brought a bag of props...

... made me do this face repeatedly...

 

...see?..

 

...and played her role as the hapless Jacinta, downtrodden and put-upon PA, to absolute perfection.

 

 

That's right, dear - once you've kissed my arse, you'd better dust it.

Clementine is a strict and demanding employer.

 

Ahh, what it is to have a country retreat where one can escape the rigours of city life and enjoy the rural idyll.

 

 

 

I posed on the folly...

 

...pulled faces while using multiple props...

...with many feathers...

...and made Art, darling.

Clementine does like to toot her own horn.

We had such a good laugh, despite the freezing cold and windswept conditions.

See? 

No one really knows how hard it is being Clementine.

The Dream Team in the Tunnel of Love.

Thanks, ladies, I couldn't have done it without you.

1950s brocade jacket - Second to None

1980s taffeta maxi skirt - gift from fabulous Cover Girl Shelley 

Shoes and bangles - charity shopped

Mini hat - gift 

Feather boa, parasol, telephone receiver, frame, horn and peacock feathers - loaned by Sue

Feather duster - Clementine's own

 

The End.

  xxxx