New day, new week

I was so upset on Saturday and so cross last evening with the lies of Braverman, that today when I woke up I decided I’d focus on things at home.

Het texted on Saturday

Wise and helpful words.

I took a flask of coffee to my favourite footpath above the village and it made me feel so much better.

So - home. That means shopping and cooking and baking and tidying up because the American family arrive on Thursday for a visit, and next Sunday the whole family - two sons and one daughter, two daughters in law and one son in law, two grandsons and three granddaughters - come for a meal. I have no idea how we are going to seat them all in even our largest room, but I wouldn’t be surprised if Dave rigs up an old door on trestles and throws a blanket and a white tablecloth over it and…he’s just come in and said the room isn’t large enough for that. 

It’s going to be fun!

And MsX will be in her high chair attended by Cece and Lux who are already exploding with excitement to see her at one year old when the last time they saw her she was six days old. 

I’m so lucky.

Photo from the last time the whole family was here, in November 2016

My other favourite footpath