Do you know Dear Reader, I sometimes wonder myself where the time goes. It seems like only yesterday that we were returned from France but it was in fact three weeks ago. How the time flies when you’re back to Excel spreadsheets….
We have been undertaking a major programme of works at the homestead. The Child’s room has been fully fumigated now that he has gone off to university, there are new floorings to be laid, a new bathroom of sorts to be installed and TG is busily painting and decorating (collective shocked intake of breath). We had expended so much time and energy on the holiday let (not to mention hard cash) that our own abode has been a bit neglected of late and so needed some attention. The programme is expected (or heads will roll) to be completed at the beginning of December so that we can have a cosy crimbo that only slightly smells of wet paint….
In other news we have become empty nesters supreme with trips to the pub, excursions to shops to choose impractical pale coloured carpets and cooking what we please. We have had our lovely Norwegian friends round for an Italian foodfest (they had been to France too and we were all a little French’d out but brought TG back some of the smelliest cheese in the known universe much to the consternation of their fellow Eurostar passengers!) and have indulged in a spot of Sunday evening carvery as our friend the Folliers have been on their hols and so Sunday has become the new Wednesday…I could get used to this you know. This weekend we are in charge of the Baby. All 8 weeks old of her. I am thrilled and terrified in equal measure and will doubtless spend the entire night awake and prodding her to make sure she’s ok…I forsee a very early night on Sunday.
Of course the small people have been in evidence
Observe the intense concentration…..
Ah. Caught in the act. Up the stairs where I’m not supposed to be…
How can you NOT forgive this face?
So really Dear Reader, it has been one long whirlwind of in, out and shake the house about. To be honest, we don’t move much in the evenings during the week. It’s too flippin’ cold for a start and the Winter telly schedules are beginning to kick in. What with that and the new Kitchen Diaries to experiment from, who needs to go anywhere?
Not Madam Rainbow that’s for sure – all nice and toasty in her Winter sofa nest…she is the most incredibly lazy baggage! (I say Winter sofa. The Other Child thought I was kidding when I said I was changing all the cushions and throws for Winter ones. I wasn’t and now she thinks I’m bonkers).
So that’s about it. The Winter is upon us Dear Reader. There are long walks to be taken, casseroles to be cooked and lashing of gravy to be had at every opportunity. I had thought ‘diet’ but just bought some longer and therefore more forgiving jumpers instead…job done!