Finally having spent a week back in London I feel able to come near my computer for more than a few minutes. The last six weeks have mostly been spent scrubbing accumulated dirt from three men in the Warwickshire home, which believe you and me was no easy task. The tips of my fingers are still cracked and sore, such was their frequency that they met hot soapy water and the green scratchy thing.. But the cooker is now sparkling, the windows spotless and the house has been degunked and decluttered and furthermore I have laminated, ‘If its laminated, it’s law’, a simple and doable cleaning list for the boys to follow. I can hear you laughing, I know its probably not going to be followed, but you never know and at least I can ram it down their throats when they don’t follow it.
I did manage to get out for a few mini adventures, some of which I have already posted about, some will come in the future. I caught up with a few people, not everyone, sadly that is the way it was this time. As much as I wanted to trot around and see people I just had to roll my sleeves up and get on with it, and that nearly didn’t happen as my glands swelled up for two weeks and I was reduced to a moaning mess underneath a hand knitted blanket.
Toile and I are glad to be back in our London home, hubby has been pottering around in the greenhouse and the tomatoes and cucumbers are coming along a treat, the grass has been cut and the geraniums planted, and the home brew is not at all bad…
Looks like its going to be a great summer.