A pleasant day was had by all except Spook, who was abandoned at his usual post. Finn and John tossed the rugby ball around and Meg read in a sunny corner of the house. I cleared a bit of the yard for a consignment of wood, which I shall have to order next week, so that I can carry on with morning and evening fires with a clean conscience (not really sure how much of the wood that was gathered is justifiably ours - but with the heat pump not fixed.......).
The boys went for a swim at the pool, and Meg and I enjoyed our late afternoon fast walk by the lakeside. We bumped into See-am and family on the shore. Sam has lovely social skills and said that if the pool had turned out to be closed, John and Finn could have come to his house - there is one more weekend left before they move to the pool-less house that they have bought.
Whilst Meg and Finn may appear to be much more settled, there is a helluva lot of planning for when they come home. Meg (SO like her Auntie Al) has decided she is getting a Chipmunk when she lives back at home. She and Finn are designing a life for it, safe from cat attack. She is going to rescue Battery Hens, (SO like her Granny), and was googling 'how to build a henhouse'. She has also googled 'how to create a wormfarm (SO unlike her mother - yuch). It is comforting that she is not googling 'how to hang out at the Co-Op and look 2 years older so you can buy Buckfast'. She and Finn are tucked up in his bed right now, with a drwing pad, re-designing the croft.
Grateful for:
Megs Gym and Health teacher, who has got her into the Sustainability Group, which must have something to do with the wormfarm, at least. I mean........where else could that have come from??
And the wee dram I am planning in the beautiful moonlit night before bed.
The wee love birds which were grooming each other in the garden.
2 comments:
good to here whats going on down south. whats the kitten situation?
Well......iether she mis-carried, had a still birth in the hedge, or she was just a greedy wee bampot! She doesn't look so big anymore, so not sure what happened. Maybe the childrens quest for small pets is to do with the disappointment. It is a bit of a relief as well as a shame. She is certainly behaving herself quite well, although she does subject us to unexpected attacks when we walk by in the morning and there are sudden squeals from the victim! Hope Nelson is bathing in a warm winter!
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