Hello again!
Saturday March 2010
Hello again!
Hasn’t it been a long and horrid winter? I don’t know what it’s been like where you live but this end of Davigdor Road in Brighton has felt positively polar for the last five months. I haven’t felt like going outside without at least two thick cardigans, a quilted jacket, winter coat and fur-lined boots. But when I peered out of the kitchen window this morning I noticed five little daffodils, their bright yellow faces beaming at me as if to say, in squeaky but endearing voices, “Here we are again!”
Spring at last! I thought. Time to tackle the cobwebs on the landing, beat the sitting room carpet, change the bed linen and update my blog.
Visitors are coming in and out of Brighton and Hove all year round, of course, but it is at this time in late March/early April that the trickle swells to a steady flow. Before you know it, the summer torrent will be upon us; landladies like me will be in season again and absolutely inundated with demands for our services.
I thought I’d make my spring offering to you a privileged glimpse into the inner workings of a Brighton-and-Hove host family home. An up-close, no-holds-barred view of English hospitality in action. For the first time I am going to allow the world to take a peek into Mrs. Hoover’s Diary, the candid record I have kept, for many years now, of life with my “international family” at Joyles, (number 179 Davigdor Road).
So, here we go with the first installment!
Love,
Joyce x
PS Oh, just in case you are a newcomer to this little corner of the internet where I keep house, perhaps I should explain that Leslie is my husband and Kenneth is my dog. Read More...
Hasn’t it been a long and horrid winter? I don’t know what it’s been like where you live but this end of Davigdor Road in Brighton has felt positively polar for the last five months. I haven’t felt like going outside without at least two thick cardigans, a quilted jacket, winter coat and fur-lined boots. But when I peered out of the kitchen window this morning I noticed five little daffodils, their bright yellow faces beaming at me as if to say, in squeaky but endearing voices, “Here we are again!”
Spring at last! I thought. Time to tackle the cobwebs on the landing, beat the sitting room carpet, change the bed linen and update my blog.
Visitors are coming in and out of Brighton and Hove all year round, of course, but it is at this time in late March/early April that the trickle swells to a steady flow. Before you know it, the summer torrent will be upon us; landladies like me will be in season again and absolutely inundated with demands for our services.
I thought I’d make my spring offering to you a privileged glimpse into the inner workings of a Brighton-and-Hove host family home. An up-close, no-holds-barred view of English hospitality in action. For the first time I am going to allow the world to take a peek into Mrs. Hoover’s Diary, the candid record I have kept, for many years now, of life with my “international family” at Joyles, (number 179 Davigdor Road).
So, here we go with the first installment!
Love,
Joyce x
PS Oh, just in case you are a newcomer to this little corner of the internet where I keep house, perhaps I should explain that Leslie is my husband and Kenneth is my dog. Read More...
