At home you say?

Davies was up early this morning with a nose bleed. He went through a phase of having them pretty freqently when he was littler and has always been good at dealing with them in his usual unhysterical manner but he’s not had one for ages. Yesterdays not-quite-right-ness seemed to have left him other than that though although he did have another nose bleed, this time in a very spectacular, bled for ages fashion at bedtime which necessitated a changed bed and pjs and soaked quite a lot of a towel. I’ve never had a nose bleed but my Dad used to have them as a boy apparently.

We all spent time this morning looking for the lost speckledy hen – she’d been around in the afternoon yesterday and just disappeared. She then reappeared sometime during this afternoon and Scarlett came into the house with her tucked under her arm saying she’d just found her scratching around with the others in the garden. She disappeared again this evening though and was not around at bedtime so is obviously going elsewhere to roost. Not at all sure what to make of that and fairly sure she won’t be anywhere near as securely away for the night as she would be in the shed so will endeavour to prevent her from doing the same thing tomorrow, assuming she comes back.

So, plenty of time out in the garden, the kids played together lots, I finished a book I was reading about a bird flu pandemic (*really* need to select a far cheerier few books for my next couple of reads) and Scarlett and I made pastry and orange curd for an orange meringue pie for pudding tonight (was delicious 🙂 ).

We watched some documentries on Nat Geo Wild about giant fish in the Amazon and I finally filled out the tax credits form that has been kicking around for weeks AND walked to the post box and sent it too. And I spent way too long dreaming up a name for a blog for our big adventure. Several people have asked if I’ll be blogging it (including a couple of real life friends who don’t read this blog). I don’t know what our online arrangements will be yet but it is my intention to keep this blog up to date for my own records. However it had occured to me that writing about the whole adventure might prove to be some sort of revenue stream in some capacity – blogging, column for some out there hippy magazine etc. as confirmed by Jax. So in the interests of making it a complete story in one place I thought a blog from this point on talking about the idea, the planning and the execution of the whole plan before following us on the actual WOOFing itself would probably be a good idea. Hence the need for a name, and if I’m going to try and make money from it apparently twitter and facebook and stuff too. So be warned, you probably won’t want to be reading any of that stuff 😆

I’d come up with the idea of using a line from the theme tune to The Littlest Hobo, partly because I like it and partly because it seems like a good bit of music – ‘every stop I make, I make a new friend’ and ‘maybe tomorrow I’ll want to settle down, until tomorrow I just keep moving on’ all fits in very nicely with the rather romantic idea I have of how it will all pan out. But it seems many a person has had similar ideas and you can’t get a ‘Maybe Tomorrow’ anything online anywhere. Then I thought of ‘wanderers’ which naturally led me to ‘wonderers’ if for no other reason than I always have to stop and remember which one I mean and it seemed most appropriate. I have been known to be filled with wonder ;), the reason we are doing this is because we wonder if we’ll like it and it will certainly entail us wandering about. Infact we could as easily have been wandering wonderers but I’ve gone for wondering wanderers. I like it, it has far too many syllables, is confusing and could have several meanings and it doesn’t sound like anything else other than itself. Yes 🙂

Maybe tomorrow I’ll do a first blog post on it (see what I did there? 😉 ).

In other news I cooked a roast beef and yorkshire pudding dinner. It was far too hot for such a meal really but the beef had been frozen already so needed using and the kids like their roast dinners. The kids had a bath and hair wash while I cooked and I detangled Tarly’s hair which was in dire need of doing.

We ate dinner while watching Top Gear, all had seconds of the delicious orange meringue pie and then the kids and I watched some Ray Mears before their bedtime (which was then interupted by Nose Bleed Mark 2). Ady and I formulated a crap clearing plan and debated how best to plan our way round the country deciding a big map with stick pins was the answer.