Hmm, will probably stay at home for coffee next time. I was wooed to the poo works by the promise of exotic coffee. Lot's of scary noises blurted from the machine as it ground beans and squeezed some black liquid into a cup. The meagre offering of milk from the fridge, did not froth, but slowly fill up with warm water until I had blue milk. No froth, no noise, no wonder Steve put it in the office and out of his appartment.
I didn't take any photos of mail boxes as it rained and rained. Any parcels left on top would have dissolved today. Since last nights blog, I have recieved one report of a possible lost parcel. It might arrive yet.
I lit the stove tonight for psychological reasons rather than the cold. It was fairly warm rain.
Meg and I went next door for a glass of wine and to watch Wild at Heart on their big screen. A shaky truce is holding this week. I have read the chapter on teenage emotional swings and know how to deal with them now.............
The boys stayed home and watched King Arthur.
Weather is to pick up again tomorrow, so Finn might get out on the water with the rowing. On Thursday he had to do core body excercises as it was too windy, so we are checking his 6 pack 3 times a week now, to see how it is progressing. Thomas is staying the night with us tomorrow. I always try to be a good disciplinarian when Thomas is here, as he is the most well brought up boy I have ever met. Finn always looks fearful he will have to jump in the shower before tea every night, wash the dishes and sweep the driveway. Thomas has been working on Finns table manners, but is beginning understand the futility. He is always happy enough to stay, so our wild and woolly ways are obviously not too offensive.
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