Since Christmas we have managed to move out of our rental house, camp out at Mother’s, spend a week skiing, pack all of our belongings in boxes marked with the wrong address in Corfu and have them collected by some lovely Bulgarians for a lengthly stay somewhere in the Balkans, organise and attend a wedding, put said Mother’s house on the market and sell it, (actually my sister did that bit) and drive down to Cornwall .
With regard to the skiing; my forte seemed to be falling over but the food was excellent and I count standing up with planks on my feet as a success, despite having to be rescued off the mountain by a lovely man and coming home on crutches. It was only a flesh wound and I didn’t really need the wheelchair to get on the plane.
We had hardly any time to arrange the wedding of Thing Two and his Perfect Chilean fiancee and they had not a penny between them but it was wonderful. Everyone paid for their own dinner instead of bringing a gift, meaning that their friends and family gave them a wedding as a present, it was the perfect start to the year. The bride was very beautiful and the groom got very drunk, as did everyone else.
I sit here in Cornwall, ostensibly to look after the Blonde bombshell’s mother who is perfectly capable and a good laugh. In reality I have kidnapped my birth mother and am forcing her to relax a bit after what has been for her a very difficult decade. It’s been a little trying, we’re down to our last two scones and we had to buy more clotted cream on the way back from the beach. The weather is crap but there’s an Aga and a wood burner so I think we’ll make it.
R has gone to Corfu, he is supposed to be ‘sorting things out’ but I bet he’s drinking gin and sunbathing.