Since I intend, in the next year or two, to leave here and move to pastures new, I have no particular need to be frugal when it comes to log fires. We have had a number of trees fall down, die or be in need of pruning in the last few years and most of the wood is thoroughly seasoned now. I can provide Weeza and Charlotte with logs and be well supplied myself – though it’s surprising how much one gets through in a day, it’s certainly saving on electricity.
Today, having slept remarkably well overnight, as I do once or twice a week, I got going rather late but then whizzed around quite effectively. My monthly cleaners were due at lunchtime and the dining rooms hadn’t been cleaned since Christmas. Everything dirty had been washed of course, but clean glasses were still on the table, as was the tablecloth, and chairs were all over the place. The rooms were jolly cold though and it seemed unreasonable to ask Deb and Shelley to go in and be cold, so I had the pleasure of lighting all the fires again. I do love the feeling of being able to use the whole house in the winter, as well as the summer.
Sometimes, I wonder how I’ll adjust to a smaller house.
So I had to tidy so that they could clean and it’s all back to normal now – which is only tidy by my standards, not that of the splendidly houseproud, which I’m afraid I’ll never be. And J swept Roses’ chimney so that she can have a fire too.
Anastasia, the smallest tortoise, has been vastly energetic today. I’ve been concerned as she has hardly eaten since waking from hibernation, but she has really perked up. She has drunk quite a lot of water, eaten a little artichoke leaf and made several circuits of her run, climbing over all the obstacles valiantly. The Tots love to scramble over rocks.
Sometimes, I fear that I will turn into Groby Lington.
I have spent the day washing sheets, towels, tablecloths and napkins. Most of them have to be ironed.
Sometimes, I feel quite like Mrs Tiggy-Winkle