Galoshes; that’s what’s called for today. Wellies sound like a fun shoe/boot name to lark around in whilst galoshes imply it’s wet, very vet, very slushy and only galoshes will do. Galoshes and mackintosh; both great wet weather words that make me think of Dr Foster, not the one off the TV, the other one that went to Gloucester, just the once. The gorgeous sunshine and amethyst sky we’ve enjoyed intermittently this week has upped and left us. We’re back to a heap of sodden towels decorating the kitchen floor, courtesy of the GO. He’s in and out and in and out and then shaking it all about. You might think a quick rub down with a dry towel would do the trick…no, it doesn’t suffice because he has dirt, dust and debris in every crease and fold of skin from the tip of his scarred nose (a war wound from a battle we think), to his ginormous toes. He is his very own bug hotel, something in there for every critter to munch on.
Chilling and Chilli
Everyone jaded at the homestead today after Friday night’s kitchen soiree. It’s the kind of day that will turn to night before we’ve had a chance to get started, on anything. Saturday used to be a buzzing day where loads of things overlapped, our cars would be in and out all day and it was rare to sit down before about 9pm. Today, it’s chilled and toasty with lots of tea and comfort and bouts of tv and books and a log fire…maybe Saturday has become the new Sunday. One things for sure; It’s a day to be thankful for having leftover chilli in the freezer..Hallelujah, thank you, thank you, thank you.
Yo sushi….
There’s a rumour circulating that the topping out ceremony for the bathroom might be next Friday. Oh how we’ll miss doing our 10,000 steps every night backwards and forwards to bathroom.; an age thing for sure, (unless you’re the mum to be, she’s making a few extra visits too). Creeping past the GO as we go, so as not to enlighten him of our existence whilst he’s dreaming of catching a squirrel, a fox or anything four-legged that keeps on outrunning him. I’m aiming for a wabi-sabi kind of vibe in the bathroom. Mr G quite liked that idea too until he realised that it didn’t mean we’d have a sushi fridge in there for a full on bath time experience. Mixing old with new and finding a place for loved items makes him feel better, he knows he’s for keeps!
One step ahead
Mr G taking a leaf (pardon the gardening pun) from Monty Don’s tome today and preparing the greenhouse for market day. The GO managed to keep him company and entertained (!) for the first couple of hours before it was decided that hindrance and not help was on the menu so the GO has been sulking and moulting round the kitchen waiting for a gap to appear so he can break free. At the moment I have every exit covered but you’d be surprised to know that our 35 kilos of muscle has the backbone of a dormouse and can fit through the tightest of spaces at speed and with no thought for the chaos in his wing mirrors. Everything’s a challenge and none of them too big nor too small.
Out of sight….
How come when we decide to participate in The RSPB Garden Watch weekend, we only spot a handful of the birds we usually do, who tipped them off we were counting? Must be the GO, maybe he’s making a name for himself in the ‘How to outwit the Humans’ club that he belongs to. Our garden bird watch was of the common variety and no lesser spotted anything at all, unless we count our very own Blondie. She had some spotted variety of something going on after a reaction to some very unkind toiletries. She was much better after a family size pack of Wotsits, their medicinal qualities are much underrated.
The Bearsted mum spotted the last of the January sun peeping through the clouds and seized the opportunity to scoop the popsicle and the dodger up and out at haste to Mote Park to use up every bit of energy they might have been saving for later. They ran, they chased, they laughed and they eventually arrived home where the Dodger crashed out on the bottom stair and woke up some time later wondering where he was and how he got there, all the makings of a Superhero, morphed from one place to the next in the blink of an eye (or a VW Golf).
The original Bexley Homies arranged a Zoom baby shower for our mum to be where she was truly showered with well-deserved love, affection and gifts galore from her girl gang, themselves already adding to the population with mini-Kent (they’ve spread their wings across the county) Homies of their own. Everyone patiently waiting for the new kid on the block to arrive and wondering whether the Wise One will get to share his passion for trainers with a like-minded soul or maybe that should be sole. Or whether the MtB will be sharing a love of pampering and cosiness. I’m going with a footwear obsessed cosy toed little person who will keep them both busy with all things!
Look what I saw when I looked up today…..
Sunday roast on the menu today; should probably go and check that piece of beef is where I left it…..
Have you seen my Crocs? 