I’m now half through my holiday, and bored rigid. Hubby and I won’t be having a ‘proper’ holiday this year due to my fear that the minute I fly off to tropical climes the twins will decide to put in an appearance. I was looking forward to spending time in the garden, tidying it up and taking my troubles out on the soil but, thanks to the weather, I have only managed one and a half days cultivating the rest has been spent being a domestic goddess, a role which I am not at my best in. There isn’t quite the same scope for physical aggression when cleaning out the larder as there is when drastically pruning a vigorous shrub. Yes, strength is required when attempting to separate a tin of golden syrup from a melamine shelf, glue manufacturers should investigate the adhesive properties of syrup, it seems more successful than superglue in my house and has the added advantage that, if you do get it on your fingers, it doesn’t stick them together but is a real pleasure to remove with your mouth. There were moments for quiet deliberation on vegetables. Carrots, sneaky little tap roots. There is always one that has escaped the vegetable rack and has lain, undisturbed for weeks, could even be months and has remained undetected due to it not becoming offensive. Carrots, in a dry environment, mummify. Very different to those stored in plastic bags, they are capable of inducing nausea. That horrid milky stuff, almost phlegm-like, reminds me of the ‘sputum round’ when I worked on the chest ward, and the carrots themselves, pick the bag up and squeeze one of the orange veggies and it is totally soft. Disgusting. Potatoes, now if those go off and are left hanging around it is tantamount to keeping cats in the larder and not cleaning out the litter tray, and the smell lingers, at least they give themselves away though.
On Monday Hubby and I are jetting off somewhere, not abroad though. It is within easy return, should Van and Lorry wish to appear, but somewhere that neither of us have ever been before. Since it is only for 5 days it won’t be the end of the world if the weather is inclement, should be plenty of expeditions we can undertake, but if the sun should shine, one day would be good, there are lovely beaches. A complete change will be lovely, with enough relaxation to re-invigorate us.
On daughters house move, things are still floating around in the ether that is a solicitors office but friend in shining armour has ridden to the rescue, well he has certainly taken some of the pressure off. He rents out property, and he phoned yesterday to say that if daughter wants to they can move in to an empty property he has just finished preparing for rental, and he says they can have it ‘gratis’. It’s ideal. Just down the road from where they are now, but much bigger. Daughter is now much more philosophical about the whole fiasco as she knows that she won’t have to try and cope in a house that is really not suitable if their moving saga continue at it’s snail pace.
Son and fiancee came round with some news during the week, they are getting married in May next year. Not sure what has spurred them into action as they have been living together for five years, the girls have their suspicions that they are planning a family, I don’t think they are far wrong.
The bad luck continues for Jack and Izzy’s Mummy and Daddy. A month ago he came off his motor bike whilst racing and broke his arm in two places, he also injured the thumb on the other hand, but the hospital said it was just a strain. Wrong. This week he went to have his arm checked, and re-plastered as it hasn’t healed, and they decided to investigate the thumb and found that he has torn the tendon, so now that wrist and hand are plastered as well. He is ‘armless, practically speaking. Daughter is having to do everything, literally everything, for him and she is exhausted. A 3 year old, 5 month old and a 30 something ‘would be’ Valentino Rossi are more than enough for anyone.
Off packing now. Mac in a Sac top of the list.