The thing is, we got up too early, and had a ridiculously busy day.
By the time we had finished it was nearly eleven at night and we had cheese and crackers for dinner and washed it down with three very large glasses of red wine.
This turned out to be my undoing.
If this diary entry turns out to be either too long or too short or rubbish I don’t care anyway, because of the wine, which was lovely and has made me feel gorgeously mellow and contented.
Lucy went to work and then came home and had her dinner with us, she had sweet and sour chicken and Mark helped her with the bits she couldn’t quite finish. We talked and laughed and had a lovely time together.
Number Two Daughter was not with us, this was because it was her evening off.
She went to Manchester with a friend to go snowboarding at the Chill Factor indoor slope there, and when I called her to see if she would be around to bring the washing in, she laughed a lot and said that they had had such a lovely time they had celebrated with some cocktails, become accidentally inebriated and now could not drive home.
Having reached that state they had thought there was no longer any need for restraint and became very intoxicated indeed.
She didn’t know what she was going to do next, and I was very glad that it wasn’t my problem. She promised that she would call me to keep me updated, but didn’t, so I forgot about it and got on with my own recreational alcohol.
In fact before that point it had been a really full day.
We decided to resolve the no-food difficulty by going to Asda. We suggested to our resident daughters that they accompany us but both declined, with varying degrees of minimal politeness and scorn, so we went on our own and were overdrawn by the time we got to the checkout.
It cost an unspeakable amount of money, partly because as well as urgent necessities like loo roll we also bought things that we liked. This made our cheese-and-crackers dinner a huge improvement on usual, with several different sorts of cheese including one with pineapple, and some salami to add excitement. We felt entirely reckless but gloriously well-fed and happy.
We took all off the dogs with us, because Mark’s dog has got bored with feeding puppies all of the time and so we have just taken to loading the boxful of puppies into the back of the car and then propping the boot open so that she can have some adventures in-between endless squeaky puppies. We have to prop the boot open because the strut bit is broken and it won’t stay open by itself. She spent the afternoon chasing a rat at the farm, which made her very happy indeed, and every now and again dashed back to her box and happily sat on her puppies.
After Asda and the considerable unpacking involved we went to the farm to work on the camper van.
There is still so very much to do.
We did not go to work but laboured on until long after ten in the evening, when we were exhausted and went home.
You know what we did after that, refer to the first paragraph.
Gosh, that wine has gone to my head.
I am so very sleepy.
See you tomorrow.
