End of week three...

Rain, rain, rain and more rain. At this rate the pool’s gonna overflow. But, I guess if that’s our worst worry, things can’t be too bad!
Went to pick up the girls from school yesterday, and most of the kids seemed to be in bare feet – clearly given up all efforts to be dry. The forecast is for hail this afternoon. This is getting ridiculous! Richard has turned into a fair weather cyclist, so every morning this week I’ve driven him and his bike into work and every afternoon he’s phoned me for a lift back as it’s too wet to cycle. And this is the man who conquered the British Isles?

After only 3 weeks of looking we seem to be scarily close to making an offer on a house. 4 bed bungalow, field big enough for a pony AND a ride-on lawn mower, should keep both Lana and Richard happy. Closer to school, which is good for the girls, further from R’s work, which is good (or bad) for his beer gut. It may mean that we don’t have to spend any more weekends driving round the area looking at houses that looked fabulous in the pictures but don’t quite live up to their adverts!

But we’ve grown very attached to Miranda and her friends. And even Gimmick the cat has become friendly enough to join us on the sofa in the evenings. Oh well, better start our own menagerie….

Chickens are doing really well – we had 3 eggs yesterday – one each (I presume!) Maybe they like the rain. They have very strong views about bedtime though – if we go to shut them up when they think it’s too early, there is absolutely no way we can get them inside their house. On the other hand, if we’re a bit late, they sit inside, looking pointedly at the open door, waiting for the thick humans to realise it’s time to come and close it.

Had a lovely unexpected Skype chat with Miranda last night. No, not the chicken! It’s an odd feeling to see someone you know so well, sitting in a room you recognise so clearly, holding a well-remembered mug, and even knowing what’s in it without asking, yet being so far away. Aww.

Little things happen in the day, and we all say, “Ah, that’s one for the Blog.” But when it comes to it, I can’t remember much. I guess the routines of going to school, doing the shopping, housework (yes, really!!), don’t change wherever you are in the world.

So that’s all for now, until inspiration (hopefully) strikes later.