It has been a lullsome few days, hence my lack of anything of great excitement to blog about. But as I wouldn't like you to think I've vanished beneath snow (there has been no snow, much to the disgust and disappointment of the students in my charge) or general Winter gloom, I am going to force out something bloggy today and make it sound as thrilling as possible.
Please feel free to switch off at any point, then, or go and find something more scintillating to do like repoint your brickwork or starch your collars.
There is nothing on the telly AT ALL because it has been taken over by rugby which, as we all know, is merely a game played by men with odd shaped balls and of no interest to me whatsoever. The only telly delights at the moment, in my opinion, are 'Wolf Hall' and 'The Great British Sewing Bee' which made a very welcome return this week to much excitement in our house.
Thanks to rubbish telly, I have been sewing a lot instead. This is a good thing, of course, because it is useful, creative and stimulating to the brain which is the polar opposite to telly viewing. Sewing is my Most Favourite Thing at the moment. I have almost completed the thirty five Granny's Garden Flower segments of my quilt, pausing only briefly for a minor angst about whether to set them in a cream background, or white. This has involved spreading them out separately on cream sheeting, then white sheeting, ably assisted (NOT) by three cats who will appear from nowhere and immediately sit on anything you do not want them to sit on, and chanting 'Cream or white, cream or white?' (Me, not the cats.)
I have decided white. Probably.
The noisy next door family have DEFINITELY moved out. New people have moved in but they are much quieter merely by virtue of the absence of a screaming child and not going mad on a full moon. Of course, I may have spoken too soon and tempted Fate with the Cake of Positive Declaration but for now, all is calm, all is bright.
The hens helped me move an enormous delivery of logs on Friday, mostly by virtue of trying to escape into the front garden whilst I had the side gate open and was heaving trugfuls of wood back and forth.
'But there is so much grass in the front garden,' they said. 'We've eaten the lawn out the back.'
'I know,' said I. 'And your father is very unhappy about this. You know he likes his lawn, and now it is a miniature field of mud. We're going to have to returf in Spring and then you two will be confined to barracks.'
'All the more reason to let us in the front garden,' said the hens, hopefully and without remorse.
'Nope,' I said, tucking Primrose under one arm and Camilla under t'other, and kicking the trug full of wood ahead of me back through the gate. 'The front garden is steps away from the main road and there lies certain death for chickens.'
'Booooo!' said the chickens. Honestly, they are becoming such renegades.
One more week of school then half term - HURRAH!!! Andy and I have decided to take a trip at some point during the holidays and recce Lincolnshire. Anyone know anything about Lincolnshire? We've never been before, but given my growing urge to live in the middle of a field it seems a county that could offer that possibility and it would be crazy to move somewhere without checking it out first. We are heading for the gently rolling hilly Woldy bit, not the flat, brown, cabbagey bit. Anyway, I have made enquiries about a self-catering cottage and if there is no joy there, our loosest of loose plans is just to get in the car and drive, and wing it regarding finding a B&B or hotel, but not a Holiday Inn given their past propensity to hijack our debit card details and use them for nefarious means. And Winter seems a good time to explore new ground. If you like a place in Winter, it can only get better, can't it?
On Friday, I stood in a booth in the Post Office and renewed my driving licence. It took five minutes and is probably the best idea the DVLA have ever had in their entire history! Very efficient. I was most impressed by this new process and you know how hard it is to impress me.
The wind appears to be blowing right to left across Kent at the moment where usually it blows left to right. This is a tad unsettling because the clouds look like they are going backwards, but could also explain why it has been so brassic this last week. This is where I say, 'Hurrah for the woodburner!' and 'Hurrah for the enormous chunky cardigan I knitted a few months ago but couldn't wear because the weather was too warm but NOW it is DEFINITELY enormous chunky cardigan wearing weather!'
And that is about it. Back to sewing now. Wishing you all a lovely week!