I can’t decide whether it is one of those quirks of memory that means I have several people’s postcodes stored in my brain now or whether it really is an indication that we have spent too much time enjoying their hospitality of late 😉
This morning was spent researching various things online and sitting very companionably with Ady and Babs on laptops and smartphones engaging with the world wide web 🙂
Then we had lunch and we left to head over to Lynda and Stuart’s. We were later leaving than we meant to be but what should be an hours journey (about 40 miles) took closer to two hours thanks to horrible traffic 🙁 Won’t miss that aspect of life here at all.
The kids spent the afternoon / evening playing with lego while we chatted and caught up with L&S. They are very pleased to hear we have plans not to actually build for the first year and may well end up renting our house out for longer rather than selling but I fear my Alfie Kohn ideas about reward and punishment may have been a step too far when sympathising about Lynda’s daughter in law pushing their granddaughter (aged 6) too hard with maths to the point where she’s now decided she hates school…
A nice dinner and a lovely soft bed (I think the spare bed at L&S’s is Ady and my favourite bed other than our own in all the world actually, we always sleep really well here. It’s all crisp white cotton, soft feather pillows and a sunshiney, airy room with nothing other than the bed and cream walls. Feels like a posh hotel room or a cloud or something! Also Ady’s being nice to me so had laid out the kindle and laptop on my pillow along with putting my pjs on the radiator 🙂 Coincidentally while we were driving through the night on Saturday from Scotland to Babs Lynda was up babysitting til about the same time in the morning so she is still recovering from such a late night meaning everyone has retired to bed at 10pm. I was given a tot of rum for my cough which I have to admit to developing quite a taste for (maybe I could join the navy if this whole crofting thing doesn’t pan out).