Go figure!

I was surprised yesterday to discover my car has heated seats.

DD was surprised to discover that I did not know this, almost three years after buying the car.

It came up in conversation after we went to IKEA in search of a new mattress for his spare room. When we returned from the cross-town odyssey I noted that my back was feeling better than it had in weeks and pondered whether it was because I had been using DD’s heated seat function during the trip.

He said he was pretty certain I had heated seats in my car too. I asked him to show me. He stuck his head in the passenger window and pointed at a big button beside the gear stick.

Go figure, who knew!

Damn it was a comfy ride home – it felt like a permanent heat pack was being applied to my damaged disc. Ahhhhhhh!

In other mundanely gobsmacking news, I was sitting in a lovely cafe in Mona Vale called The Armchair Collective on Saturday telling my friend Emily about the Catherine Martin wallpaper I’m yearning to plaster all over my apartment.

I looked it up on my phone and showed her and she had the strangest look on her face. She looked over my shoulder and said, “You mean THAT wallpaper?”

I can’t do anything quickly at the moment due to my dodgy disc, but I slowly swivelled and my mouth dropped open because the entire wall behind me was covered in the Catherine Martin wallpaper and it was even in the pink variant that I most fancy.

How weird is that?

The Armchair Collective is also filled with the most divine homewares – I will shop myself stupid there when I win the lottery (I actually bought tickets yesterday).

Oh, and I ended up spending Valentine’s Day with DD after all, because my sister was invited to have pizza and watch movies with her son. As mothers of grown children know, such offers can be few and far between so she jumped at it.

DD felt sorry for me being alone and suggested we grab a bite. Little did he realise I was basket case from pain, meds and lack of sleep. So I may have cried at the restaurant and on his couch afterwards.

Sooooo romantic.

There was no time for tear-free romance over the weekend because he had a boys’ dinner on the Saturday night, so the youngest and I went out together for boscaiola pasta – with a dash of chilli – and spritzes, then watched some tellie.

Every time she comes over we watch a few episodes of a show called One Day on Netflix. She’s seen it before and has been telling me all the way through that it ends traumatically, which has put me on edge.

We watched the last three episodes on Saturday night and she was right, what a shocker ending.

The series is based on a book that spent three months on the New York Times bestseller list and sold millions of copies. 

The novel revisits friends – Emma and Dex – on the same day – 15 July, St Swithin’s Day – every year for 20 years, beginning in 1988 

The Netflix adaption breaks with tradition to feature a flashback scene towards the end where Emma spends Christmas with Dex and his family. She reads him a passage from Tess by Thomas Hardy, which says, “There was yet another date of greater importance…her own death. A day which lay sly and unseen.” 

To be honest, I didn’t think the lead characters had much chemistry for most of the series, but it was an enjoyable romp until the episode featuring that scene.

A day which lay sly and unseen.

Damn you, Thomas Hardy that’s a scary sentence.

The series ended with another flashback sequence that somehow made it look like there had been oodles of chemistry between the lead characters from the moment they met.

Yeah. Nah. She was acerbic and he was a prat and neither of them should have put up with the poor behaviour of the other.

Anyhoooo, always good to get some girly time with the youngest.

The rest of the weekend was mainly consumed with DD prepping for his cousin coming to stay next month, which involved lots of chores, sanding his dining table and building bits of IKEA furniture.

And now it’s Monday and I feel a bit bad about crying on Valentine’s Day, but it can’t be undone.

OK, deep breath, time to get out of bed.

Song of the day: Little Heroes “One perfect day”