Sicky soup for tea.

DEAR SPOOK The day dawned clear and calm with that cool autumn nip that somehow exictes us!
There was a wee fresh dusting of snow on The Ben, but the true sign of summer coming to a close, was the streak of billowing white steam that cut through the dark trees at the foot of The Ben and The Nevis Range as the Harry Potter steam train headed back to Glasgow after it's busy summer , transporting all the Harry, Hagrid and Hogworth spotters out to the coast. That was about 7.45am and the sun popped up over Sgurr Finniscaig at 8am.
The 8 sleepover girls bedded down at 10.30 and were all up at 7.30am - very healthy. Finn had the good sense to go for a boys sleepover at Grieg's.
Emmy came round after work last night which was lovely, but she wasn't impressed with the lack of a fire. I haven't felt it cold in the house yet, and the girls generated a fierce heat upstairs. We will light it tonight and cosy in.
Our neighbours fields are looking very pristine. There are more weeds in our yard than their entire field and I promise I will make everyone pull one or two out each time they pass. It will be all done by the time you get home. The girls tidied up after themselves with Isla doing a magnificent job of 'Luxing.' I had a coffee up at Nicky's and then called in to see Tracy. When I got back I thought all the girls had gone to Amy's. It was lovely and peaceful. I was being a good Highland Wife, gathering kindling from around the yard, when girls came screaming at me from every direction. They had spent 2hours down at the Den (don't you love that 14 year olds are building a den?) when one of the horses got over excited. Amy was pushing Meg in a wheelbarrow and got such a fright she jumped 2metres up into a tree and couldn't get back down. The others shot up the designated horse tree and Maisie got such a fright she couldn't move. But as the horse was never actually coming for them, that didn't really matter. They ran up the road and the neighbours dog ran after them, so they were a wee tad hysterical by the time they found me.
I made 'sicky' soup for tea to counteract the junk food and toast everyone has lived on for the last 24hrs (Grieg and Amy still call my lentil soup 'sicky' since that time I poisoned you all).
The children are so happily embroiled in life here at the moment. The Cameron household and Munro household are barely distinguishable as Meg is now going out with Amy etc for her mum's birthday dinner and Grieg is coming home with myself and Finn to light the fire and eat the soup. Wish us luck. I'm sure it was really the bread you dipped in your soup that night that made you all SO ill.