I realise I’m in a pretty privileged position living here. I have the luxury of being able to stay at home with my two boys and our lovely new doggy and this is in no small part due to my hubby who is not only disgustingly clever, but has managed to channel that cleverness into a job which he loves with a passion. Now I know everyone’s different and you’ll always get people to whom my life would be so dull it would be suicide-inducing, and I totally respect that. I sometimes wish that I, like Hubby, had always had a yearning to do a specific thing and managed to fulfil my dream, but in my advancing years (!) I’ve actually become quite relaxed and realised that what I like to do is what I do here, every day, and I’m very thankful for it.
No idea where it came from. So, now I’ve got that off my chest –– I’ll tell you about yesterday. First thing I went to the dentist and finally had that awful-tasting clove dressing removed. The down side is that it’s such a big filling he really thought that a white filling wouldn’t be suitable, so I’ve had to have an amalgam one. It’s such a relief to get it done I’m not bothered what colour it is frankly, but I’ve still got to wait another week to let it harden fully until I can really chew on it to test it out. When we came back, #2 and I took B for a walk. We turned right down the drive for a change, and very nice it was too. There were massive heifers in the field who came straight over when we walked by and proceeded to follow us all the way down the lane. It’s actually a bit disconcerting to be walking along knowing that 30 bloody great cows are tiptoeing along behind you playing ‘what’s the time, Mr Wolf’, but we tried to ignore them. At the end of the lane we discovered some barns and farm buildings and also a very spooky derelict building which I think will prompt further investigation at another time (when Hubby’s there for backup). B surprised us by taking no notice of the bunnies running across the lane in front of us, in fact, we wondered whether her eyesight’s a bit dodgy as she seemed to notice them ages after we did. She did nearly pull my arm out of its socket when she finally spotted one, but generally she enjoyed herself sniffing and rootling in the hedgerow and sticking her tongue out at the cows.
When we came home I went all Stepford Wives and decided to make an apple and blueberry pie. Good old Jamie Oliver provided the recipe and, not having made pastry many times before, I thoroughly enjoyed myself rubbing in flour and rolling out. I even decorated the finished article with little pastry leaves. Sad. I also roasted a big fat chicken from the lovely butcher and when Hubby came home we sat down to a big family dinner while B sat in her bed moaning at the unfairness of it all. Imbued with a sense of wellbeing and unable to stagger much further than the lounge, we all collapsed and had a big family argument in the shape of a game of scrabble. We all love scrabble, but it makes me really cross as all the others try to put the most ridiculous words down and then argue when they’re not allowed. B slept happily with her head on Hubby’s legs during all this mayhem (having had some chicken with her dinner), occasionally making us all gag (she’s got a bit of wind) then opening one eye as if to say ‘what’s the problem?’.
This picture of domestic bliss was then well and truly shattered when I got up to go to the loo, left the door open, and B decided to hop up onto the work surface and steal the other half of the chicken, breaking the plate in the process. I shrieked, Hubby yelled at me, and the game of scrabble was abandoned while I picked up splattered chicken and small shards of Denby from a rather large area of kitchen floor. I would have won anyway.
