I could say it's been a quiet week in my street but if I did then I'd be fibbing...what with caravans and Himself traipsing back and forth to the Doctors and a rather rude letter from the library about my extremely over-due books and spending money...that almost always causes me to have a nice lie down for a while...and that horrible creature is back in the roof gnawing something it ought not to be gnawing...probably electrical wiring or water pipes...and then Michael and Kitty moved their sheep which is always entertaining...
So, it hasn't been in the least bit quiet.
Last week was no better either...Reuben dashing back and forth to town for nails and saws and insulation and the builders yard delivering stuff practically every day and T hammering in nails and Himself virtually comatose from that infection and swallowing pills as big as a ten pence piece and he must have really been ill 'cos the Doctor 'phoned...and Savannah and Princess roaming about the roads and Nancy sitting in our front garden and Jamie getting a stud in his ear...
Of course it was quiet really...or at least it is quiet when you think what our lives were like when we were still in England when we were lucky to go for an entire week without calling out the glazier to replace a window Tracy had put her head through or making a trip by ambulance to our local hospital because of some trauma or other...
Now we have quiet days and quiet weeks when moving a flock of sheep is exciting and watching the Goldfinches coming to the feeder outside our sitting room window is noteworthy...
Jamie thrilled to bits about the new stud in his ear is worth repeating and Eilis sleeping with a bit of pink tongue hanging out makes us smile.
So, perhaps it has been a quiet week in our street after all.