I've just said to Andy that I really ought to write a blog, given it is almost two weeks since I raised my head above the bloggy parapets.
'The problem is,' I said, 'is that absolutely NOTHING of any interest or controversy has happened of late.'
'I'm sure that's not true,' said Andy.
But it is. February, as it happens, is proving to be a bit of a damp squid, I mean squib, of a month.
I am busy with extra tutoring, having picked up some more clients, triggered by parent panic following the recent Year 11 Parents' Evening. I have been sewing. And reading. I have continued writing my magazine column - I finished February's article today, in fact, a week ahead of the deadline. I've had a couple of days of being unpleasantly ill.
Made a cake for Heather's birthday, which is today. My baby is 28...sheesh. Kayleigh came round for a weekend sleepover. She came armed with luggage that suggested she was planning on staying for several days. At one point we took her to see 'Alvin and the Chipmunks 34,' or whatever sequel the franchise is up to now. I refused to buy her a massive 3 gallon cup of pink gloopy drink at the cost of £5.10 and she had to settle for a 'cinema box' of some popcorn, a small bag of Milky Way chocolate stars and an apple and blackcurrant squash drink at far more acceptable monetary cost. We also had the usual contretemps re: sleeping with the light on. It goes:
Kayleigh: Gran, I always have a light on at night.
Kayleigh: Because I'm scared of the dark.
Gran: There is nothing here to be scared of.
Kayleigh: But I can't sleep without a light on.
Gran: And I can't sleep WITH a light on, and as you are sleeping in with us, then the light is off.
She never has trouble sleeping in the dark. Nor does she wake in a fit of dark-related panic. And she didn't even bother arguing on the second night. I am such a heartless gran.
But we did spend a not inconsiderable sum on a new put-you-up bed for her as she has grown out of her inflatable sleeping bag combo. So I feel vindicated in my determination to remain sans lumière at night.
Andy has been up to Shropshire on a course. My Mum has purchased some contraption for making omelettes in the microwave. It has been frosty. I've taken to meticulously checking logs for insect life before chucking them on the woodburner after I almost incinerated a woodlouse. I've streamlined and labelled all the storage in my arty-crafty writing room so I can now find EVERYTHING. I found some things I forgot I had.
I bought myself a mouse ring...
...because I thought it was cute. I am not really a jewellry person - I wear my wedding and engagement ring and a daisy necklace that Andy got me for our 10th wedding anniversary, but that is all. But this ring made me smile.
Andy made me a fabulous Valentine card...
...and also found me an out-of-print vintage embroidery stitches book! He also made me a linocut print of a photo he took on one of his recent walks.
Isn't it lovely? Isn't he clever?
And that is about it.
See, nothing to report at all.