I'm lucky. I can stomp around Poldark country any day of the week. And if I squint, I can almost convince myself that Marc is a dead ringer for Ross. And if he squints in return I am the image of Demelza. We squint a lot at each other as you can imagine. I am surrounded by majestic landscape, so there's no need to squint at that. This weekend we went to Botallack. It was stunning. The coconut smell of the gorse was intoxicating. There were sweeps of wild flowers, and wildlife in abundance. Honestly I have to pinch myself sometimes that I wound up living here.
In other news, I've just tested Sam for his English Language A Level. Specifically on language terms. I'm so glad I'm not studying it. Studying is hard. It requires commitment and motivation. It's taken me three years to choose and buy a new sign for the house. And actually I haven't even bought it yet. Don't tell Marc. He'll stop squinting, and the game will be up.
Also Olly has declared his intention of being a builder when he grows up. He tells me that he would like to build me a new house. So that he can live in this one. It won't have any stairs, but it will have a slide. I like the sound of that.
And one last thing; I have thirteen Breton t-shirts. Is that quite normal?
See you dreckley my 'andsome.