That's another Saturday bitten the dust...we've been moving a kitchen cupboard and I've hoovered up huge spiders...again...and Jason called for the key 'cos he's bunked off work for the weekend to paint the childrens bedrooms and I still can't find the stencil of ivy leaves but did find one of a daisy...the kitchen looks far too bland for my taste and I'm pretty desperate to bring a pop of colour or something to it before it sort of fades away into a blend of green and pretend beech effect...
The Redcurrant wine has a two inch thick layer of sludge on the bottom of the demi-john...that'll have to be siphoned off into a clean jar and the bird needs cleaning out and there are slug trails all over my workroom floor that need dealing with and the pansies in the pots outside the caravan have gone sort of sad and despondent looking and their leaves are smothered in whitefly...and the horrid cat bit me again this afternoon and all I was doing was looking in the river to see if I could see any little fish...he just came up and bit my ankle...for no good reason I could see.
Himself has an appointment next week at the hospital about his funny turns...don't know whether he's going to bother to go or not 'cos his new tablets seem to have cured those weird sort of episodes of falling over for no good reason whatsoever...
Bobby looked at Jason sort of cross-eyed again but was nice to Jack, his little boy, and let him stroke him without a bother on him and the sheer horror of knowing that Jason is younger than my eldest son gave me the vapours and I had to go and do some sewing...
I simply don't feel old you see...I look a bit sort of crinkly and wrinkly, I'll admit to that but I don't feel old in my head but I'm faced with middleaged people who are younger than my son I sort of go all over peculiar and think someone has made an awful mistake and then I think about how much I still have a real need to know and panic a bit...
An excited person contacted me via Ancestry 'cos she's discovered her 6th great grandfather was an Earl and is in my tree and are we related and she's only been doing this for a matter of weeks and was totally entralled to discover she's related to a proper bone fide member of the Royal Family...I managed to resist telling her my step daughter is directly related to the late Princess Diana 'cos I thought that would be a bit mean when the Earl in question was practically unheard of outside his own circles...
I'm still finding it really interesting that an ordinary sort of a person who lived an ordinary life and died an ordinary death should be related to minor Royals and landowners who commanded enormous respect in their lifetime...it's simply slightly odd that I should be living in a teeny weeny cottage on the edge of a bog in western Ireland and have Counts and Duchesses and those sort of people in my background and be able to look them up in Wikipedia to boot...
But I've just tipped half a glass of red wine over my desk while endeavouring to put the table lamp on so I'll need to find the kitchen towel and mop it up before it slithers it's way into the darker regions of my laptop...