Sunday evening, and I have just recovered from the hangover from hell. Elderflower Prosecco goes down very well on a Saturday evening with family. It doesn't feel so good when being woken at 6am by Olly. Yikes! I may have been over excited by the fact that Marc is home for the next ten days. The boys are thrilled. I am relieved. Our plans are for trips out locally, hanging out at home and just being together.
Beryl and Jean are laying every day. They are enjoying the longer days and cluck excitedly whenever I approach them. They only want the food, but I like to think they want to see me too. This weekend I have made egg custards, lemon drizzle cake, omelettes and poached eggs a plenty.
Sam has started his first part time job. He is a kitchen porter at a restaurant in town. I am thrilled for him. His cousin got him the job (thank you Matt). It will be good for him. It will give him confidence if nothing else. Although he made me laugh on Friday night, complaining about not having sat down for over four hours. Bless him!
My garden is full of Tulips. Beautiful brightly coloured blooms that just lift my spirits so much. The weather may be completely miserable outside, which is really ticking me off. But the flowers are busting out. I stand at the conservatory doors drinking my morning tea, staring at them. And listening to the bird song. A Jenny Wren has taken to sitting in the tree proclaiming his territory and displaying his wares for a mate.
We have been talking holidays. To France in Betty. To Camp Bestival. To Wales. To weekends away whenever we feel like it. Marc's job means that we aren't able to plan too far ahead. And to honest we are terrible at it too.
Just a little catch up. Our weekend was good. I hope yours was too.