Our dear Spook has gone to Spain for a few days. I hope he has good weather as it has turned colder here these last 2 weeks. It seems no time since the girls were camping up at the top of the croft (well, until the food ran out, the darkness fell, and the midges made the going tough.)
Now, herself has moved onto the excitment of winter, as the light grows more dramatic and the nights draw in. She is cleaning the house and glueing and sticking, and cutting and glueing - creating decorations for the mid winter celebrations. The popular greeting of that time of year was sitting on the breakfast table the other morning, in lovely coloured, cardboard cut out letters. It looked good. Even I have had to curtail my humbug nature to enjoy her enthusiasm. By the time she had got herself organised to go to school, The Red Menace (as he is called at rugby), had quickly fashioned a few extra cardboard cutout letters and she came down to find the words Merry Asshole, assembled on the table. As I comforted my distraught and angelic child, while he grinned like a cheshire cat (they're ginger, right?) she was seen by her father to be making less than angelic gestures at him whilst wrapped around me. I couldn't help but admire his ability to overcome his dyslexia when it suited him.
So now Spook has gone, we are looking forward to an event-free week. There are plenty of work hours and household chores to keep us busy, but we are thinking it might be quieter without him for a wee while.
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