We were all in reasonably good form this morning. Yesterday evening I had said that we were going for a walk in the mountains to look at the snow. This announcement was greeted with limited enthusiasm. Even I had second thoughts overnight and was contemplating getting out of bed early without truly looking forward to it and only sustained by the reflection that we would enjoy it in retrospect. I was awoken at 9ish by rain dashing against the bedroom window and the glad tidings that it was too wet for our walk were conveyed to the children by Mr. Waffle while I sat up in bed with my book.
I was summoned from my bed at 10 by indignant shouts from herself. The cat had got sick on her bed. One of the joys of adulthood is cleaning up cat vomit, I find. Normally this falls to Mr. Waffle’s lot but he was out getting bread so I was the chosen victim. Later, leaving the boys in the thrall of their electronic devices, Mr. Waffle, the Princess and I braved the rain and went to breakfast in a local cafe.
On our return we brought all the children to town to acquire new hiking boots (when will their feet stop growing?), a camp bed (can only be an improvement on the air mattress, surely), more candles and some Magic the Gathering Cards for the boys (if you don’t know, you’re better off). We got sodden but it was speedy. Then we came home and were still back in time to drop the cat vomit soiled duvet to the dry cleaners (the hilariously named “Day and Night” cleaners which closes at four). Then we came in, lit the fire and battened down the hatches. It’s been delightful.
How’s your own Storm Dennis day going?
Hello, I see that you have survived the election in one piece. One thing I have learned from living in strange places is never comment on other people’s politics, you always sound like an idiot. I think feet stop growing at around 18, not that it helps much, I have shoes and boots ranging from 8 to 10.
Nice to see that your daughter still needs you for real life, cool and moody is one thing, cat vomit is another quantum level entirely.
Rain and howling winds in Somerset are being fought off with curry and Irish whiskey.
I had a bike ride cancelled which I was very relieved about. And used the unexpected time gained to get on with something productive, which is unusual for me.
Charles, yes survived election – weather may yet be the death of us.
TM, do you have quite spectacular weather gear which keeps you dry regardless of conditions or has Scotland defeated even the most robust gear?