Priorities....

As I may have mentioned, elsewhere in this journal, I have no willpower when it comes to beautiful things.

When my dad was alive, he regularly bought me flowers - especially lilies, as he knew I loved them - and now that's he's gone, I continue to spend his money on frivolities.....bags, earrings, perfume etc, happily telling myself it's what he'd have wanted!

Actually, what he'd really have wanted, is for me to be a bit more sensible with money, and stop throwing it around with abandon. Sometimes, I think the poor man must be spinning faster than my washing machine if he can see what I waste spend his pennies on....

But it's raining, I'm on the wrong side of 45, my beloved Rafa is out of Wimbledon, I've just discovered a grey hair, and there's not a hope in hell of me fitting into my favourite jeans.......

The lilies make me happy......and that would have made my dad happy too.....