Today I wore my new Merrell walking boots when we went to Fountain's Abbey. They helped me to walk miles and miles - or so it felt. I came home and cooked pitta bread pizzas for the kids and aubergine parmigiana for us. Now I have quite a sore throat and quite a croaky (I think alluring) voice.
Tomorrow signifies back to school stuff - lots of washing and ironing of work shirts and school uniform. Martha has been invited to one of those annoying birthday parties which pepper the school term-time weekends. Of course she doesn't think they're annoying - for her they signify social success and prompt great excitement. Which is why they cannot be missed on any account. So in between the domestic jobs and cooking a promised roast chicken, I'll be spending two hours watching Martha shrieking with friends.
If I can't go back to Majorca, I'll take Ed and Martha at school all day and a bit of peace and quiet for Hattie and I.
By the way - the writing of this post is being regularly interrupted by purring kittens wrapping themselves around my neck and falling on random keys. I think I've done quite well.
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