I prefer my summers in the key of Military Operation: don’t judge

I am now physically incapable of saying 'THSUMMER!' without that Olaf-style lisp and intonation, which is a neat coincidence because we've also spent a lot of our time melting since H broke up for the holidays. Oof, July! Bring on the heat! Before August crashes in with thirty-one straight days of grey drizzle, that old … Continue reading I prefer my summers in the key of Military Operation: don’t judge

Now we are four

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 … Continue reading Now we are four

The afternoon Mr Bingley did not invite us for tea

There are two reasons for visiting Basildon Park. One is that it's the house they used as Netherfield in Pride and Prejudice (the film version), and I'll take any excuse to prance around the grounds on an imaginary horse, shouting OH MR GINGER BINGLEY I ADORE YOU. Don't even tell me you wouldn't do this, … Continue reading The afternoon Mr Bingley did not invite us for tea