Today, there were a couple of things that came up that made me almost choose to write something political. Not party political, of course, I don’t do that – but anyway, I’m not going to. This isn’t that sort of blog, and I don’t intend it to be. I don’t want to annoy or be annoyed. All peace and happiness around here … most of the time.
I had quite a lot of work to do today, and then Dilly asked if I was busy – so, of course, I wasn’t, because family comes first. They’re completely revamping their sitting room, new sofas, carpet, colour scheme, curtains, the lot. So it isn’t really usable, so Hay was bored. They came through for coffee (milk) and stayed for lunch (milk) and a nap (Hay). It was much better than governor stuff, but that is still to be done.
I was quite annoyed that the chickens had pulled up some hardy cyclamen that I planted more than a week ago, They had left the white ones and gone for the mauve. I’ve replanted, watered and covered them, but they may not survive. They’re not edible, the chooks were just being naughty. I can’t be too cross, they wouldn’t understand and would not even, as a dog would, be (look) sad that I’m cross.
It’s Pugsley’s birthday on Thursday, darling boy. He is enjoying school, although pretty exhausted. Dilly says that he cries quite a lot at present, and he doesn’t normally, he’s just overtired, although he gets enough sleep. They are going on holiday next week, I think that’s a very good thing. He will have fun, get a rest and then it won’t be long before half term. After that, he’ll be sufficiently in the swing of things to cope (we hope) for the rest of the term. It’s difficult for schools, if they offer half days for the first term then it’s impossible for working mothers, if not it’s too tiring for younger children – Pugsley, at nearly five, finds it tiring, but an August-born child is hardly four at the start of the school year. One does one’s best and it all works out eventually. Being happy at home and school is what counts for most, after all.
It’ll just be a family tea on Thursday, because of the upheaval it wasn’t possible to have a party this year, and they had an outing at the weekend, as well as the holiday to look forward to. They’ll come through here, where there’s no smell of paint.
Darlings, I must go. I still have all that work to do that I didn’t do earlier. And it has to be done on the Sage’s computer, chiz, chiz. Why isn’t everything compatible with a Mac with Office 2004?