The good, the bad and the downright ugly.
I’ve been a bit emotional over the last few days; nothing serious has happened and life is good (apart from my sister being poorly) but it’s the little things that have gotten to me.
I’ll start with the good. We’ve moved back into our cottage and settled in well – after all it’s not as though we can’t ever travel again.
Waking up and looking at all the greenery in the garden which surrounds the house feels good. It is very peaceful here. I love the quiet early mornings and evenings in particular.
We’ve had several friends just ‘pop in’ which I really enjoy; if you’re reading this remember I am not a ‘book a visit’ type of gal. I love spontaneity and always have drinks and snacks at the ready.
I also ran our local Park Run yesterday and made good time; 32 minutes isn’t bad for my age I reckon.Yay!
The ‘bad’ news is that we wanted to do some alterations to the cottage but our son, who’s building company we want to use, is crazily booked up and we may have to wait six months. Boo! I think Tom and I will have to get our dungarees out (we are named Walton, after all) and do some DIY where possible. Neither of us are DIY fans but life is full of challenges and we will simply have to rise to them.
The other bad news is that Martha (our PRT) is still super-clingy since the passing of her mum, Rosie. She sleeps next to our bed on a huge cushion, but now that our bed is ‘normal height’ (not boat or caravan height where you almost need a ladder to climb in) she can manage to jump on it – which means I am getting (very) broken sleep all night. I think I will have to crate her at bedtime and see how that goes…
The downright ugly news is while the cottage has been rented out (due to our somewhat unconventional lifestyle) my rare tree peony has disappeared (I’ve no idea how this happened) and the perennial sweet-peas that my late dad popped in an antique planter, which preceded us as an inhabitant of the nineteenth century cottage, have also gone.
The tenant did admit, when questioned a couple of days back, that they had broken the planter. If only they had told us at the time we would have requested they re-pot the sweet-peas and the holly. Losing the tree peony and the sweet peas trumps the other mishaps (like finding two beautiful pine doors painted over) as we can fix those.
Most mishaps I can get over as long as I know about them at the time, but very occasionally I just want to throw a tantrum and cry!
Emotions? Not ‘Just a Girl Thing’…
NB If you are looking for a damn good builder – book well ahead! Reddibuild Construction Ltd is my son’s brilliant – hence super-busy – building company.