I rang the school today to inform them that Olly has the pox. He isn't allowed back until next week. I'm quite pleased actually. He's over the worse, and is really rather chipper. So we are going to have a little week of adventures. The weather is set fair I think, so we have each made a to do list:
Tehidy Woods to see the bluebells and hopefully some butterflies.
Plot No. 10 to plant out all the veggies I didn't get a chance to over the weekend.
Bike ride along Penzance Prom.
Godrevy to see the seals.
Harbour beach if it's a scorcher.
Make Lego base.
Do more rainy day activity book.
Feed the horses.
Go to Moo Maid ice cream shop
Thank you for all your words of comfort and solidarity on my last rather blah post. My frown has turned into a smile. My moods tend to evaporate quite quickly to be honest. The door that many of you admired was here when we bought the house. It was actually what sold the house to me, the rest of it being rather dodgy. The afternoon light was filtering through it, and it brightened my mood after an unpleasant train journey to St Ives, involving a lot of morning sickness and a four and a half year old Sam who wriggled and wandered for the whole journey. It doesn't lead to Narnia (Gillian). It leads into the kitchen.
Oh and I managed to get a shot of our resident Blackbird. He came right up to the conservatory door this weekend. Sort of popped his head in to have a nosey. He's my kind of bird.
In between writing this post, I've had to pick up Alfie and his friend from army cadets. They were late coming out. I was listening to music in the car. Actually I was dancing in my seat whilst listening to music in my car. I have embarrassed Alf in front of his cadet chums, so lost in the rhythm was I. I'm never, ever to pick him up again. Ever.
(you try listening to that song without writhing around your nether regions.
It's impossible. I danced out of the church on my wedding day to it).