DEAR SPOOK, I did some crofting today. I strimmed the grass around the hut and the trampoline. I felt empowered by the fact that the strimmer started first time and that I didn't break it. Ronald was out on the quad next door with a small lawnmower attachment, mowing the field that is truly a lawn. I felt compelled, after much raking and removing of grass, to get the Flymo out and compete for the most perfect green space. However, after more cutting and raking, our lawn that is truly a field, still looked like a field.
I created a little hut for the cut wood. There was a small amount of cut wood left over from our tenant which I piled in there - about 15 pieces. Going to have to find some more. John down the road - he who loves to say "a family who gathers wood together, stays together" - has a pile of wood the size of his house now. I suspect that the whole theory will back fire, when his 4 children refuse to leave home, having invested so much of their time gathering it.
I chopped some kindlers ( about 15 pieces, so likewise with the wood) and tidied up the field around the bonfire site as it wont be long until the next bonfire. If anyone does want a fire, it will need to be a community effort to build one, as the two wooden seats I have chosen to recycle as part of Guy Fawkes Night will not take long to burn.
The children were very good last night and didn't wreck the house. But I don't think they will want to come back as they awoke to a lecture on the total yuchyness of sleeping in their clothes (on my clean sheets!), followed by me scraping the extra chocolate spread off their toast as it looked like the bread was thinly spread on the back of the chocolate, followed by a lecture on the total yuchyness of eating afore mentioned chocolate toast with open mouths and that no self-respecting girl would ever go out for dinner with them. I am hoping that self respecting girls these days do eat with their mouths closed, but it wasn't a great incentive for improving manners anyway.
Finn was exhausted today. I think he finally stopped long enough for Jetlag to kick in. I thought Angus and Greig would abandon him, but they tucked him in a duvet, gave him a pillow and they all settled down to watch Lord of the Rings. When I came in for a coffee later, you would have thought something far scarier than an Orc had appeared before them from the look on their faces. Apparently a spattering of mashed rowan berries, grass, slugs and some other suspicious substances is not a good look.
It will all be so lovely when you get back.
xxx
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