Well how was your weekend girls….mine was ****** boring, apart from the weather which was glorious?  

Saturday I went to a funeral of a very dear old friend and bridge partner which, quite frankly, set the mood for the weekend as my world will definitely be a little less colourful without him.  The rest of the weekend was spent with my Husband sitting watching sport, the Spanish Grand Prix (secretly but don’t tell Husband, I enjoyed this as Frank Williams’ team won having celebrated Frank’s 70th birthday the day before and not having won a Grand Prix since 2004 so there is a God of sport) Then there was endless life changing, apparently, football which at one point was being watched on a split screen i.e. two matches whilst his own team, Arsenal, had to be watched, also at the same time, on the internet. This was the moment that I lost the will to live and even when it was all over it wasn’t, as Husband had to watch ALL the post match interviews. Footballers are never going to say anything truly inspiring particularly after they have just run around a pitch for 95 minutes in man-made fibres, the best place for them, in my opinion, is the shower.  Then just as I thought my day would cheer up and the TV might be turned off and we could enjoy a pleasant glass of wine and a chat in the garden catching the last rays of sunshine (yes it is raining here again today) I watched as he flicked channel and tuned into Rugby Sevens from Twickenham!  Balls, balls, balls all weekend is all I can say.  I have informed Husband that this was probably the most dull weekend of my life but it is my own fault as I should have taken off and hit the streets as any men that were about during these hours are clearly not sports addicts like my other half and could be considered as potential Lover material! 

The only comfort and saving grace for the whole weekend was having a good book to finish and certainly The Promise by Lesley Pearse fulfilled all of these needs. It is the second book in her Belle series, there is a Twitter movement to persuade Lesley to make it a trilogy as you don’t want to lose touch with Belle and her delicious French lover Etienne particularly when one’s own is being a couch potato!! Set during World War I it continues Belle’s life of hardship, disappointment, love and fulfilling sex!!  I can relate to many of those genres but not all!! Lesley Pearse researches her books so well as the detail of the times and the places is extraordinary and one is easily transported into their lives and this weekend that was no mean feat as I had men screaming and cheering in the same room! If you are going away for a holiday to get away from the Champions League Cup Final next weekend (no the season has not ended) then take these two books Belle and The Promise and you too will be transported.

Love Annabel xx