So, this blog thing – thought it was time I got in on the act.
Don’t expect hi-tec or anything like that. I’m definitely ‘out of the ark’ but if you want a keyhole on an unremarkable life then this is your place! Come in. Make yourselves at home – kick off the shoes… but I’d rather you didn’t put your feet on the coffee table.
An unremarkable day – except that I’ve just said goodbye to my two sons – off in to the big wide world of work. End of an era etc. Ought to be feeling sad or something – but actually, all I can feel is achy legs and a strong desire to curl up with a book rather than face the big clear-up after a very busy party weekend a week ago (silver wedding shindig) The aforementioned sons were brilliant at helping to sort out the muddle, but caused their own, just by leaving home and, in any case, there’s still loads of clutter to put away from the mass catering. Why is it more fun to get things ready than it is to put them neatly away? We all feel it – it should be an easy question to answer, but when you get down to it, anticipation can’t be the only excuse. Ideas please on how to make it more fun.
Oh dear! The paragon (aka husband) is starting the clearing up, so I suppose I ought to join in and show willing.
I may come back and bore you later – if I can find a moment in the hectic whirl of domesticity and rural jaunts.