In our current quest to Sort Out All The Things, we discovered a week or so ago that the reason the drain outside the kitchen was chronically overflowing was not a break in the pipe, or any kind of strange system whereby rocks were being pulled into the tubes, but a very hard to shift blockage. We had some help in this realisation - the father-in-law of a friend who does general garden odd-jobbing had a look at it for us, and perservered past the point where several times in the past we thought it had been sorted.
Rods went up and down, the hose was shoved in from several directions, and maybe an hour and a half after it had first appeared to run clear, a semi-solid plug the diameter of the pipe edged its way out. I would never have guessed that undissolved dishwasher tablets were the problem, but it seems that the powdery mass plugging the pipe was just that. Huh.
So, you know where this is going, right? Yep. Today was dishwasher shopping day. To be fair, the old one had lasted maybe 8 years, and it was some random non-brand machine which the kitchen company installed for us. It had recently stopped washing well, and spares weren't going to be a straightforward purchase, so knowing it was causing this problem as well pushed us over the edge.
I never realised there would be such a range of decisions to be made though! We needed a built-in model, which narrowed our selection to begin with, and we didn't want to spend in excess of £700 which took a couple of the flashier models out of the picture (though the one which projected little icons on the floor when it was washing was pretty cool) but I did want to find one with a cutlery tray rather than a big basket that takes up a wodge of space on the bottom rack . . . not slimline . . . not too concerned about running a half-load . . . auto-dirt-detector (really? Who puts clean dishes in the dishwasher?) . . . fancy extra jets, foldable racks, adjustable-whilst-filled top basket, blue interior lights, silent-running nighttime mode, teacup shelves . . . you can imagine my spinning eyes, and the little tweeting birds circling my head. But we managed a decision! We've gone for a Maytag which isn't a company we were particularly aware of, but it's owned by Whirlpool, and whilst I quite liked the Whirlpool model next to it in the shop, the Maytag is virtually the same but with a cutlery tray.
So I'm just waiting for a phone call from the installation guy in Monday, and in a week or so I'll have my new machine.
Which is all great, but as with the new car and the roof repairs, more money is going out for things which won't bring me closer to getting my studio. There are things in the pipeline though (no, not the blocked one) and I'm hoping to have better news in time for the next blog post. Fingers crossed!
Saturday, 19 July 2014
Sunday, 6 July 2014
Fallllink in lof again, never vanted tooo . . .
We met 2 summers ago, and you know, he wasn't what I expected. Strong but slow, big, dependable. Steady. I felt like he lifted me up, and kept me safe. I thought we would be together for the long haul, but it wasn't to be.
A month or so ago the grumbling started, and when I tried to put the brakes on a little it only got worse. If I could have ignored the grumbling, perhaps we would have had a little longer together, but I had to find out what was wrong - he just wasn't making me feel safe anymore, so I checked . . . and things were worse than I thought. The grumbling was just the tip of the iceberg, and underneath things had corroded beyond repair. I guess I could have tried harder, but sometimes you've got to know when it's time to cut your losses.
I was devastated.
And then I met Holly, and she's everything The Beast was not - smaller, faster, definitely prettier, a little younger, and she just smells good, you know? She makes me feel safe again - and I feel like I can trust her around my kids, which is always a good sign, isn't it? We just fit, and it's easy and fun, and she's not going to cost me so much in the long run . . . and I hope it really is a long run this time, because I've fallen in love again. What can I say? I can't help it.
Farewell Mazda Tribute, it was good while it lasted. Hello Citroen C3 Picasso, I can't wait to have fun with you.
A month or so ago the grumbling started, and when I tried to put the brakes on a little it only got worse. If I could have ignored the grumbling, perhaps we would have had a little longer together, but I had to find out what was wrong - he just wasn't making me feel safe anymore, so I checked . . . and things were worse than I thought. The grumbling was just the tip of the iceberg, and underneath things had corroded beyond repair. I guess I could have tried harder, but sometimes you've got to know when it's time to cut your losses.
I was devastated.
And then I met Holly, and she's everything The Beast was not - smaller, faster, definitely prettier, a little younger, and she just smells good, you know? She makes me feel safe again - and I feel like I can trust her around my kids, which is always a good sign, isn't it? We just fit, and it's easy and fun, and she's not going to cost me so much in the long run . . . and I hope it really is a long run this time, because I've fallen in love again. What can I say? I can't help it.
Farewell Mazda Tribute, it was good while it lasted. Hello Citroen C3 Picasso, I can't wait to have fun with you.
Wednesday, 2 July 2014
Not a dress!
I wrote this blog post maybe 2 weeks ago, today is the first day I've had time to upload photos to the computer. Apologies for the delay!
We visited with some good friends in Cornwall back at Easter of this year, and whilst there I found some Sirdar Smiley Stripes yarn in a sale bag at Cornish Market World. There were 6 balls in a purple/pink/blue/red colourway and I decided that this was meant to be something for me to wear. A proper garment! Not just a scarf, mind!
After a little searching, I found Splash, a lacy swimsuit-cover-up dress. It's designed to be knit from a slightly finer and more drapey yarn than the Smiley Stripes, and I suspected I didn't have the yardage for a full dress, but I fell for the off-the-shouldereyness and the rippley feather and fan stitch, so I thought it had to be worth a try.
It was.
As I suspected, 6 balls wasn't enough to get it past my butt, and having made the mistake often in the past, I decided to knit the large rather than the small-medium size (even though I am medium. Definitely medium. No sniggering!).
It's knit from the top down, and after the bulk of the yoke shaping, the yarn started to pool a little, so I added a second ball of yarn and knit alternate rows from each ball. As you can see, it's pooled at the bottom too, but by then I was on my last ball and couldn't do anything to avoid it. I don't think it looks too bad . . . certainly not bad enough that I'm about to rip anything out to try to fix it!
The armholes are a little gapey for my liking, probably just because of my body-shape, and the extra depth of the yoke (for the larger size) makes it feel a little restrictive around the upper arms when it falls off the shoulders, but I will forgive it these small faults! I'm so pleased with my slinky new top!
We visited with some good friends in Cornwall back at Easter of this year, and whilst there I found some Sirdar Smiley Stripes yarn in a sale bag at Cornish Market World. There were 6 balls in a purple/pink/blue/red colourway and I decided that this was meant to be something for me to wear. A proper garment! Not just a scarf, mind!
After a little searching, I found Splash, a lacy swimsuit-cover-up dress. It's designed to be knit from a slightly finer and more drapey yarn than the Smiley Stripes, and I suspected I didn't have the yardage for a full dress, but I fell for the off-the-shouldereyness and the rippley feather and fan stitch, so I thought it had to be worth a try.
It was.
As I suspected, 6 balls wasn't enough to get it past my butt, and having made the mistake often in the past, I decided to knit the large rather than the small-medium size (even though I am medium. Definitely medium. No sniggering!).
It's knit from the top down, and after the bulk of the yoke shaping, the yarn started to pool a little, so I added a second ball of yarn and knit alternate rows from each ball. As you can see, it's pooled at the bottom too, but by then I was on my last ball and couldn't do anything to avoid it. I don't think it looks too bad . . . certainly not bad enough that I'm about to rip anything out to try to fix it!
The armholes are a little gapey for my liking, probably just because of my body-shape, and the extra depth of the yoke (for the larger size) makes it feel a little restrictive around the upper arms when it falls off the shoulders, but I will forgive it these small faults! I'm so pleased with my slinky new top!
Saturday, 31 May 2014
Stasis
It's been half term week, so I've had both Madam and Little B to look after at home. For most other folks I imagine this would be a time of creativity - fun and games, and little projects - trips out and visits and . . . and . . . and we haven't.
Madam mostly wanted to have pajama days and watch episodes of My Little Pony recorded from one of the kids channels, and Little B needed feeding and changing, and changing again, and I just didn't have it in me to fight the inertia. I just about had enough fight to make sure Madam's teeth got brushed - which was made marginally easier by the arrival of her first grown-up tooth. It's been sneaking up behind the tooth it will replace (which is only very slightly wobbly), and she is so pleased at the idea of having shark teeth that she's been brushing voluntarily since we noticed it.
We did manage to get out of the house once, on Thursday afternoon, because I decided that I needed to get a doctor to look at the eczema on my hands. It's been there on and off for about a year, but being pregnant had prevented me from getting any strong medication, and as it happens I still can't have anything with much oomph because I'm still breastfeeding Little B. So I got a script for a HUGE tub of emollient ointment which came with two A4 sheets from the chemist warning about how flammable it is . . . which kinda makes me want to see if I could make a candle out of it . . . We had a quick hunt around the charity shops before we came home - Madam found a couple of books and a brooch which has fallen apart already (I will glue it for her in the morning), and I found a bundle of maps which I'm planning to use to draw or paint or print on at some point. Pinterest has a lot to answer for! I did not buy the impressive art-deco-looking sideboard for £20 (which we wouldn't have had room for in the house) from the Sue Rider shop. Yay me.
I have been managing to get a bit of knitting done in the evenings. I'm working on a top-down dress (though if I run out of yarn too soon it'll just be a top!) in a lovely feather and fan pattern, link here - http://makezine.com/craft/craft_pattern_splash_swimsuit/ - which I'm making from some Sirdar Snuggly Smiley Stripes, which I bought on my Easter holidays at Cornish Market World. I'm hoping 6 balls will reach at least to my butt!
And here I am, blogging past midnight. I'll be tired tomorrow, and all un-motivated. Again. I need to shake myself out of this rut!
Madam mostly wanted to have pajama days and watch episodes of My Little Pony recorded from one of the kids channels, and Little B needed feeding and changing, and changing again, and I just didn't have it in me to fight the inertia. I just about had enough fight to make sure Madam's teeth got brushed - which was made marginally easier by the arrival of her first grown-up tooth. It's been sneaking up behind the tooth it will replace (which is only very slightly wobbly), and she is so pleased at the idea of having shark teeth that she's been brushing voluntarily since we noticed it.
We did manage to get out of the house once, on Thursday afternoon, because I decided that I needed to get a doctor to look at the eczema on my hands. It's been there on and off for about a year, but being pregnant had prevented me from getting any strong medication, and as it happens I still can't have anything with much oomph because I'm still breastfeeding Little B. So I got a script for a HUGE tub of emollient ointment which came with two A4 sheets from the chemist warning about how flammable it is . . . which kinda makes me want to see if I could make a candle out of it . . . We had a quick hunt around the charity shops before we came home - Madam found a couple of books and a brooch which has fallen apart already (I will glue it for her in the morning), and I found a bundle of maps which I'm planning to use to draw or paint or print on at some point. Pinterest has a lot to answer for! I did not buy the impressive art-deco-looking sideboard for £20 (which we wouldn't have had room for in the house) from the Sue Rider shop. Yay me.
I have been managing to get a bit of knitting done in the evenings. I'm working on a top-down dress (though if I run out of yarn too soon it'll just be a top!) in a lovely feather and fan pattern, link here - http://makezine.com/craft/craft_pattern_splash_swimsuit/ - which I'm making from some Sirdar Snuggly Smiley Stripes, which I bought on my Easter holidays at Cornish Market World. I'm hoping 6 balls will reach at least to my butt!
And here I am, blogging past midnight. I'll be tired tomorrow, and all un-motivated. Again. I need to shake myself out of this rut!
Sunday, 18 May 2014
I hear you knocking (knockknockbangrattlescrape)!
This week chez Mippitt has been marked by the presence of scaffolding (and random noises from the roof). Our house was built in the seventies, and the concrete which is supposed to seal the edges of the roof to keep the damp and the birdies out has been failing. And falling. Mostly making holes in the corrugated plastic car port, and once nearly making a delivery guy poop his pants - he thought a gun had gone off . . . I'm eternally grateful the car port held on that occasion, and the concrete didn't fall on his head.
So we've known for a while that the roof needed mending, and amongst the quotes for garage upgrading and double glazing, we'd been asking about getting the roof fixed too. Then one day, a couple of weeks ago, Madam asked if we could walk the long way home from school (which isn't very much longer than the normal way, just along top road and into our road from the other end) and I noticed one of our neighbours was getting exactly the same job done on their roof. It turned out that the husband of that household owned a building company and it was his own contractors who were doing the work, so it made sense to us to ask them to do ours too.
The scaffolding went up just over a week ago, and I've been being a good builder-employer and making cups of sweet tea ever since.
As is usual with our house, once the builder had had a look, there were further things to be done - several tiles were cracked (some had been glued back together goodness knows when), and the ridge tiles were all loose, so the job has taken a little longer than was expected. We should be all done tomorrow, and then I guess the scaffolding will come down pretty soon.
I'm hoping to get up there and have a look before it disappears. I'm curious to see how the village, the garden, and the roof look from up there . . . and I'm curious to see if I can manage the height without feeling too wobbly. The ladders are secured to the scaffolding so I just need to find a minute whilst Hubby's home to mind the girls . . . wish me luck!
So we've known for a while that the roof needed mending, and amongst the quotes for garage upgrading and double glazing, we'd been asking about getting the roof fixed too. Then one day, a couple of weeks ago, Madam asked if we could walk the long way home from school (which isn't very much longer than the normal way, just along top road and into our road from the other end) and I noticed one of our neighbours was getting exactly the same job done on their roof. It turned out that the husband of that household owned a building company and it was his own contractors who were doing the work, so it made sense to us to ask them to do ours too.
The scaffolding went up just over a week ago, and I've been being a good builder-employer and making cups of sweet tea ever since.
As is usual with our house, once the builder had had a look, there were further things to be done - several tiles were cracked (some had been glued back together goodness knows when), and the ridge tiles were all loose, so the job has taken a little longer than was expected. We should be all done tomorrow, and then I guess the scaffolding will come down pretty soon.
I'm hoping to get up there and have a look before it disappears. I'm curious to see how the village, the garden, and the roof look from up there . . . and I'm curious to see if I can manage the height without feeling too wobbly. The ladders are secured to the scaffolding so I just need to find a minute whilst Hubby's home to mind the girls . . . wish me luck!
Tuesday, 29 April 2014
A sprig im by steb.
I hab a cold. Uuuugh. My nose is stuffed, my throat is ticklish, and I feel like my brain is stuffed with cotton wool.
It started with a migraine on Saturday evening, which was so severe I thought I was going to lose my lunch. I decided that, seeing as I was still feeling poorly on Sunday morning, I would have to miss out on my trip to Wonderwool Wales - it would have been a 2 hour drive each way across some pretty empty countryside, and with Little B (as I'm still feeding her) it would have been too much of a risk. !Sigh! I have being sensible sometimes. Hubby has been kind to me for the last couple of mornings, taking Madam to school so I could have a little extra rest, and I'm glad that Little B doesn't seem to be feeling poorly too.
So, whilst feeling pretty yuk, I've been trying to get the house back in order following our holiday. I'm on top of the laundry (sort-of), and the dishes are getting cleaned, but there are still things in bags that I ought to have put away. The home-made dolls house that Madam and I started is gradually burying itself under a pile of cardboard boxes, and there is an Easter egg backlog which I'm doing my darnedest to get through. Drat that chocolate. It'd be cruel to force Madam to deal with it all herself.
The saga of the home improvements is still rumbling on - after they tried to convince me I didn't want a studio (because they didn't want to convert my garage) and that I ought to just have some new windows and a conservatory instead, I finally gave company #1 the boot. Company #2's representative has been poorly, but has promised a detailed quote by the end of this week. Company #3 never got back to me so I assume they don't want the job either. One of my neighbours runs a construction company, and they recently did some work on their own roof, so I've asked them to come and fix ours - the concrete under the edge tiles of my roof has been degrading and dropping out, so that just needs doing - and they have a contact who is going to come and look at my garage for me, so I might just manage to get two quotes to choose from. At some point. Eventually. I had thought that this recession we're supposed to be having would have made people keener to find work!
The sun is shining though, and the bluebells are arriving in the forest around our village. Little B is sitting up and playing happily . . . I really ought to go get that laundry out of the washing machine . . .
It started with a migraine on Saturday evening, which was so severe I thought I was going to lose my lunch. I decided that, seeing as I was still feeling poorly on Sunday morning, I would have to miss out on my trip to Wonderwool Wales - it would have been a 2 hour drive each way across some pretty empty countryside, and with Little B (as I'm still feeding her) it would have been too much of a risk. !Sigh! I have being sensible sometimes. Hubby has been kind to me for the last couple of mornings, taking Madam to school so I could have a little extra rest, and I'm glad that Little B doesn't seem to be feeling poorly too.
So, whilst feeling pretty yuk, I've been trying to get the house back in order following our holiday. I'm on top of the laundry (sort-of), and the dishes are getting cleaned, but there are still things in bags that I ought to have put away. The home-made dolls house that Madam and I started is gradually burying itself under a pile of cardboard boxes, and there is an Easter egg backlog which I'm doing my darnedest to get through. Drat that chocolate. It'd be cruel to force Madam to deal with it all herself.
The saga of the home improvements is still rumbling on - after they tried to convince me I didn't want a studio (because they didn't want to convert my garage) and that I ought to just have some new windows and a conservatory instead, I finally gave company #1 the boot. Company #2's representative has been poorly, but has promised a detailed quote by the end of this week. Company #3 never got back to me so I assume they don't want the job either. One of my neighbours runs a construction company, and they recently did some work on their own roof, so I've asked them to come and fix ours - the concrete under the edge tiles of my roof has been degrading and dropping out, so that just needs doing - and they have a contact who is going to come and look at my garage for me, so I might just manage to get two quotes to choose from. At some point. Eventually. I had thought that this recession we're supposed to be having would have made people keener to find work!
The sun is shining though, and the bluebells are arriving in the forest around our village. Little B is sitting up and playing happily . . . I really ought to go get that laundry out of the washing machine . . .
Wednesday, 23 April 2014
There and back again . . . and there too and back again, again!
Aaaah holidays! Y'know, you get time off and relax with friends and family . . . or at least you do once you've gotten yourself there . . .
I've been away twice over the Easter break, first to Northern Ireland to visit my family, and then to Cornwall to catch up with some good friends. It's been lovely, but GOSH, why is everything so far away and different-directiony?
Ahead of the Easter break, Hubby's employer changed (different company took over the contract, same work ends up being done by the same people), so to be sure of getting the holiday days we wanted he booked off the whole 2 week period when Madam would be off school. We had planned that once we'd managed to get the travel details together, he'd trim his days off accordingly, but we booked the Wednesday overnight crossing on the Birkenhead - Belfast ferry, returning on the daytime Wednesday crossing the next week . . . and then we arranged to visit Cornwall from the Thursday after that till Easter Monday, so it ended up that actually the whole two weeks was a reasonable amount of time to take.
The first day of travelling was a nightmare. I'm guessing that whoever is in charge of motorway maintenance has been given a time limit to use up their budget or something, but we were totally unprepared for the number of different sets of roadworks between Gloucestershire and Liverpool. The journey ought to have taken us 3 hours - check-in for the boat closed at 9.30pm so we left the house at 4pm. We did have a brief stop for dinner, but we just barely made it. The ferry company phoned us at 9 o'clock to check we were still coming! Luckily we were on the last (and mercifully clear and roadwork-free) section of motorway, so we could reassure them that we'd be there soon. We got there at 9.35, and once we got our tickets we were waved straight to the end of the queue of cars which was already moving towards to boat.
I do love that you get your room keys at the docks now - we walked straight from car deck 6 into the deck 6 family cabin, and straight into bed. If Madam hadn't continued to bounce off the walls for the next couple of hours it'd have been ideal! But we managed, finally, to sleep.
From Belfast docks to my Parents' house is no distance, and the week there was lovely. Madam played well and often with her cousins, Little B was tolerant of being passed around various relatives and friends, Hubby and I managed a rare night out (Granny was very brave, babysitting all four of her grandkids at once), and photos were taken of the whole family by the guy who did our wedding photos. I'm looking forwards to getting copies of those!
The daytime journey back to Birkenhead was pretty calm weather-wise. Hubby is not a good sailor, so he had a brief wander around the boat to begin with, then he claimed one of the beds and did his best to not feel ill. His strategy was not a brilliant success, poor thing, and we were glad once again to have a cabin with it's own bathroom. In the meantime, Madam, Little B and I went a-wandering and managed to get ourselves a meal. Did you know that, if you offer a 6-month-old a cooked baby carrot, she won't chew gently on the end? Nuh-huh. She'll suck that whole doozer in, in one go. Don't worry though - after a LONG 3 seconds of choking-face, she'll probably cough the whole thing out again, leaving you feeling like a bad parent on the verge of a heart attack whilst she gurgles away as if nothing went wrong.
Driving home through the roadworks, in the opposite direction in the dark, was no problem at all. We slept, we laundered, we re-packed, and by 5pm on Thursday we were on our way again, this time to visit some good friends who (very conveniently for us) live near Fowey.
Our second holiday was much more laid-back than the Northern Ireland trip. We had a couple of lie-ins, bought Little B a second sleeping bag (guess what we forgot to re-pack), and were treated to some marvellous home cooking. Unfortunately, during a trip to Cornish Market World (seriously, it has to be seen to be believed) on Saturday, Madam started to feel ill. She had a headache and a temperature, and what turned out to be some sort of upset-tummy bug . . . which, we're now suspecting might have also been the cause of Hubby's being ill on the boat (he usually feels seasick, but isn't often actually throw-uppy) . . . so after a less restful night, on Sunday morning we decided to cut our trip short and head home that evening. This turned out to be a Very Good Plan, as the roads were extremely quiet, and our journey home was quick and uneventful.
Of course once we were home, the central heating refused to switch on. !sigh! Our regular repair guy was due to service the boiler next week anyway, but he managed to get to us early on Tuesday morning. Apparently it's not going to be an easy fix, and he's got to order some parts, but hey! At least the drone of the fan heater sends Little B to sleep!
We were supposed to be watching our friends' copy of The Desolation of Smaug after dinner on Sunday . . . looks like I might just have to buy the blu-ray for myself now. Shame, that. (snigger)
I've been away twice over the Easter break, first to Northern Ireland to visit my family, and then to Cornwall to catch up with some good friends. It's been lovely, but GOSH, why is everything so far away and different-directiony?
Ahead of the Easter break, Hubby's employer changed (different company took over the contract, same work ends up being done by the same people), so to be sure of getting the holiday days we wanted he booked off the whole 2 week period when Madam would be off school. We had planned that once we'd managed to get the travel details together, he'd trim his days off accordingly, but we booked the Wednesday overnight crossing on the Birkenhead - Belfast ferry, returning on the daytime Wednesday crossing the next week . . . and then we arranged to visit Cornwall from the Thursday after that till Easter Monday, so it ended up that actually the whole two weeks was a reasonable amount of time to take.
The first day of travelling was a nightmare. I'm guessing that whoever is in charge of motorway maintenance has been given a time limit to use up their budget or something, but we were totally unprepared for the number of different sets of roadworks between Gloucestershire and Liverpool. The journey ought to have taken us 3 hours - check-in for the boat closed at 9.30pm so we left the house at 4pm. We did have a brief stop for dinner, but we just barely made it. The ferry company phoned us at 9 o'clock to check we were still coming! Luckily we were on the last (and mercifully clear and roadwork-free) section of motorway, so we could reassure them that we'd be there soon. We got there at 9.35, and once we got our tickets we were waved straight to the end of the queue of cars which was already moving towards to boat.
I do love that you get your room keys at the docks now - we walked straight from car deck 6 into the deck 6 family cabin, and straight into bed. If Madam hadn't continued to bounce off the walls for the next couple of hours it'd have been ideal! But we managed, finally, to sleep.
From Belfast docks to my Parents' house is no distance, and the week there was lovely. Madam played well and often with her cousins, Little B was tolerant of being passed around various relatives and friends, Hubby and I managed a rare night out (Granny was very brave, babysitting all four of her grandkids at once), and photos were taken of the whole family by the guy who did our wedding photos. I'm looking forwards to getting copies of those!
The daytime journey back to Birkenhead was pretty calm weather-wise. Hubby is not a good sailor, so he had a brief wander around the boat to begin with, then he claimed one of the beds and did his best to not feel ill. His strategy was not a brilliant success, poor thing, and we were glad once again to have a cabin with it's own bathroom. In the meantime, Madam, Little B and I went a-wandering and managed to get ourselves a meal. Did you know that, if you offer a 6-month-old a cooked baby carrot, she won't chew gently on the end? Nuh-huh. She'll suck that whole doozer in, in one go. Don't worry though - after a LONG 3 seconds of choking-face, she'll probably cough the whole thing out again, leaving you feeling like a bad parent on the verge of a heart attack whilst she gurgles away as if nothing went wrong.
Driving home through the roadworks, in the opposite direction in the dark, was no problem at all. We slept, we laundered, we re-packed, and by 5pm on Thursday we were on our way again, this time to visit some good friends who (very conveniently for us) live near Fowey.
Our second holiday was much more laid-back than the Northern Ireland trip. We had a couple of lie-ins, bought Little B a second sleeping bag (guess what we forgot to re-pack), and were treated to some marvellous home cooking. Unfortunately, during a trip to Cornish Market World (seriously, it has to be seen to be believed) on Saturday, Madam started to feel ill. She had a headache and a temperature, and what turned out to be some sort of upset-tummy bug . . . which, we're now suspecting might have also been the cause of Hubby's being ill on the boat (he usually feels seasick, but isn't often actually throw-uppy) . . . so after a less restful night, on Sunday morning we decided to cut our trip short and head home that evening. This turned out to be a Very Good Plan, as the roads were extremely quiet, and our journey home was quick and uneventful.
Of course once we were home, the central heating refused to switch on. !sigh! Our regular repair guy was due to service the boiler next week anyway, but he managed to get to us early on Tuesday morning. Apparently it's not going to be an easy fix, and he's got to order some parts, but hey! At least the drone of the fan heater sends Little B to sleep!
We were supposed to be watching our friends' copy of The Desolation of Smaug after dinner on Sunday . . . looks like I might just have to buy the blu-ray for myself now. Shame, that. (snigger)
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