No Phone Zone.

DEAR SPOOK Last night, I tried to light the stove with an old packet of Ryvita. As confirmation that I have still not learnt to multi-task, I burnt the lentil soup I was re-heating at the same time. I nearly set fire to the kitchen, but not the multi-fuel stove. The positive take on this is that I can in fact multi-task, and the other observation is that Ryvita is not one of the fuels that works in the stove. Possibly just too far past it's sell by date.
The children and I had a walk round the croft, checking out the old den's, the new ones, trees that you could fell, and testing Finn's tree climbing ability. He identified the big oak at the bottom of the croft, directly opposite Ronald and Sheila's, as a good spy tree. But as Sheila spied him imediately and came over to say hello, I think he may have mis-judged that one.
Finn watched for the school bus all afternoon. It was no surprise when it stopped at the bottom of the road and Grieg hopped off. It wasn't long before Kier appeared on his bike. This was particularly good, because when Kier's father came to to retrieve him, he was able to draw my attention to the smoke billowing from the kitchen and not the chimney. The smell should be gone by the time you get home.
Jetlag has kicked in. We were all very tired last night. The children love having their cats all around them, but still make hints about a dog. Finn, Angus and Grieg all slept in a circle the other night, with Granny Maggie's dog snoring and breaking wind in the middle of them. This seemed to make the boys very happy and they slept well. Must have been the noxious fumes.
Still no phone, internet, or mobile. How did people cope in the 'olden times'?
xxx