Things that have occurred since Tim started his month-long gardening leave:
1. We have settled into a pleasing division of labour where I’m doing all the laundry and he’s doing all the washing-up, because these are the tasks the other one hates. Consequence: the laundry and the washing-up are ACTUALLY GETTING DONE;
2. Tim is watching twenty-seven thousand movies, all of them starring Tom Cruise or Kevin Costner or Matt Damon doing punchy things or getting their daughters kidnapped or finding out they’re actually a reengineered clone of their former selves;
3. We have lost all concept of ordinary time;
4. We’re going on a lot of walks.
The weather has been lovely, and it’s been nice to forget Bank Holiday weather predictions for once, and just go out when the sun shines. I’ve had a lot to get done lately, so Tim’s been doing the daily park trips, but last week we made it out together to Basildon Park. The sun was shining, Henry did a wee in the woods, rather than in his pants, and all was right with the world. Then we headed off past the manor house on one of the woodland walks, and the heavens opened. We were drenched, right up until we got back to the car, when the rain stopped and the sun came out. Nature’s revenge for the woodland pee? I don’t know, but what I will say is that the rain cloud followed us around for an hour and it did not rain at all at home, so MAKE OF THAT WHAT YOU WILL.
Mushrooms. They never seem to sell any of these, and I’m glad because I love them.
And now, your daily ovary explosion, courtesy of the bear.
In the woods these days we look for Eeyore houses and sing the Winnie the Pooh theme song. Henry says ‘Crister Wobin’, and it kills me.
He was actually a lot happier than this looks. And wetter, too.
This photo was taken from underneath an umbrella, underneath the rain cloud that hated our faces. Netherfield was nice and sunny at the other end of the field, but then Netherfield hadn’t peed on a tree. Lesson learned.