It's been far too windy for me to be out and about today...it snatches my breath and I'm left bent double trying to remember a short breath in and a long breath out...gets rid of the carbon dioxide apparently.
So I stayed indoors, though it grieved me to do so, with that tin of paint just waiting to be applied to the iron cauldrons and another tray of pansies to be planted out...no matter, maybe it'll be quieter tomorrow.
We had a frantic knocking on the front door last night from Jack...on the very verge of bursting into floods of tears because Jamie had packed his bags and run away from home...poor Jack...he was totally distraught. I told him my son ran away at least once a week and always came back and about the time I was so furious with him I hurled a dish of spaghetti Bolognese straight at him and he ducked and stormed out anyway and the food hit the kitchen wall and it took forever to clean it off...but Jack wasn't to be placated over tales from an old lady and looked at me dubiously while his bottom lip trembled...
Apparently Wendy had told Jamie he was lazy and Jamie took exception and stormed off with his backpack...he came back of course...later on in the evening.
Jamie is a bit of a dreamer you see...he floats through life without much of a thought about anything...better to leave him be and let him find his own way than berating him for being idle...he'd been working the entire day helping his Dad build a stone wall which can hardly be classed as 'being lazy'...
Jack went home and we settled down to watch the Cube which is a guilty pleasure...
Though Himself pretends to be engrossed in a crossword puzzle and I do a Word Search...but we are well aware of how difficult some of the games are and cheer loudly when a contestant wins twenty thousand pounds which they say they'll spend on a family holiday to Australia...where they might well be eaten by a crocodile or bitten by a spider or kicked by a cross kangaroo...
Australia is so not on my bucket list...far too many creatures that are intent on doing seriously bodily harm...and it's hot.
I discovered Word Search while I was in hospital and totally incapable of rational thought...
And I looked up Irish Wolfhounds having decided I want one...the rescue people are out straight away...far too many rules and regulations to abide by...puppies are horribly horrendously expensive...so maybe I might go for a rescue from our local shelter instead...a sad little mongrel with appealing eyes.
Our three remaining dogs are ancient you see...Eilis is fifteen...Millie is sixteen and Bobby is twelve...and it isn't very nice to think of a replacement before the poor old souls have popped their clogs but there you are. And I want a kitten...a proper little kitten. My two old brothers would not be happy in the house I suppose...not after a lifetime of living outside.
They'd probably pee on everything...
I'm taking stuff out of my shed and sort of distributing it around...bits are in the bedroom...the bathroom and stuffed under my desk. Now I've started filling up Reuben and Teresa's shed...I'm going to ring Kevin tomorrow and ask when he'll able to come and line it...just want it done now and becoming frustrated over having it in such a feckin' muddle...there's still much which needs to be tossed away and even more that is in dire need of sorting out and labelling. Hence my efforts to make fabric baskets...made a couple this afternoon which were grand...no brain fog means I can actually make stuff.
Away to the settee now...once ensconced on there, I shall watch an hour of television before sleep and the beginning of another week...