....while the chicken roasts in the oven. I should probably prep the veg and peel the potatoes. Probably. Marc is in holiday traffic somewhere on the M5. We may never see him again. Olly and Alfie are asleep - well they did get up at 3.45am. It's along story and contains scenes of an unpleasant nature and bad language. Let's just say from now on I am kick ass Mum. No more. End of.
Thank the Lord for the sunrise and it's beauty. Thank goodness that I am (just about) able to capture a bit of ordinary loveliness from the mess of our early morning. This is me. Holding on by my fingernails to sanity.
Thank you for all your comments on recent posts. They warmed the cockles of my heart, they really did. I have written this week's fledgling garden post, but am not happy with it. Do you mind waiting? We are off to Wales on Sunday in Betty (did I tell you that the couple that hired her out broke the bed...), and I am looking forward to some boys own adventure stuff involving kayaks, bikes, castles, Sugar Loaf Mountain, Clearwell Caves, frosty mornings and chilly nights.
Stuff, stuff, stuff. Today's Stuff. Hey! It is a good blog name!!
I may be here again before that. You know me.