Why the strange silence?
Had we absconded for ever to Tom’s Barn? Drowned in the love tub or fled the country…?
The last is nearer the truth. We have been down to London where our daughter Ruthie was signing in a concert (in the choir, not as a soloist!) fondly imagining we’d be writing daily missives on the blog; for technological reasons too dull to go into, we were unable to do so!
However, we are back now, in full spate, ready to pick up where we left off…
Our visit was – for us – a totally happy interlude. We felt very relaxed, very comfortable and worryingly detached from the hundred and one things that really we should perhaps have been getting on with. As already mentioned, we found the bed and the bath pretty special. We really enjoyed using the Sony Netbook (wish we had one!); we had a lovely evening with Debbie and Trevor – much of which later…
Used to a rather colder house, we were actually too warm and turned the heating off completely relying solely on the logburner. We were disappointed to note that the easy chair and stool which we have just had professionally cleaned at some considerable cost and which therefore obviously is clean, doesn’t really look it, so that needs attention, if not actually replacing.
The frying pan I shall replace tomorrow; BT’s ‘Open Reach’ man has arranged to come tomorrow afternoon, muttering many a warning that if it turns out to be our fault and not after all due to their line it will cost us a call out fee of £120 plus VAT.