The photo (from the archive) lied. The cake I spoke of was a virtual cake, an imaginary cake, a comforting fantasy cake, fat- and calorie-free. Instead I had a big bowl of salad for dinner. If there actually had been some cake in the house, now, there might have been a different tale to tell....
It was a busy day today. My friend Rosemary called at 9.30, and we unpacked the boxes that would make the house look better - the books are now back on the shelves, the linens are back in the wardrobes, albeit neatly packed in clear plastic bags and ready to pack up again when required, and many boxes have been folded flat and stored for Next Time. Some large boxes remain, but should be manageable stacked somewhere on the top floor while still showing my house off to viewers as a home, not Cardboard City. Treasured Margery will help me blitz the rest tomorrow, and I'll be ready for anyone who cares to come and look round.
That kick-start from a supportive friend gave me the comfort and energy needed to stop feeling tearful and disappointed over what seems to be a very commonplace occurrence, and to get on with turning this situation into something better. All your warm, sympathetic and endearingly-outraged comments I received were a tonic - thank you all! Feel free to swear, rant, mutter under your breath and threaten to make wax effigies as much as you like; it's all very cheering to me.
A stack of allotment plants and companion snails in their assorted buckets and pots went to their foster-nursery, and the plant-fostering friend and I then went out for lunch to a little place in the country. On the way home, we called at a gigantic garden centre where I stocked up on enough plants to continue the colour and interest in the now-fading back yard - violas are such good value! - and I shall remember to take photos tomorrow when it's all been cleaned up and replanted. I came home to find yet friend Annie waiting for me, to chat over a cup of tea and to commiserate. I have been bathed in sympathy and kindness today.
The estate agent was upbeat and in can-do mode this morning, galvanised by the affront offered by Dr D, I suspect. Later in the week, I shall talk to the Somerset agent and make sure that the vendor of the house I want is told about the sale being lost on my own house, but assured that my offer remains on the table, and that I remain keen and hopeful. I can do no more at the moment in that respect, and will concentrate on selling this house - to a real buyer this time.
And to round off the day, friend Lesley and I went to a sale preview evening in one of the larger outlet stores, and she spent rather a lot of money. I'm good to go shopping with -
Friendship, support (you!), activity, food, shopping and chocolate. No wonder I feel rather cheerful tonight.