On closer inspection in the daylight it appears that the technical problem with the battery of the computer is probably related to a series of poopy-toothmarks in the charging lead.
The wire is almost, but not quite, chewed through, meaning that the computer charges intermittently.
I am afraid that I might not be quite the animal lover that I have always imagined myself to be.
The day started quietly, very quietly, in fact, because Number Two Daughter has gone off to visit friends, and after she had finished noisily tiptoeing around trying not to wake us up whilst she cooked her breakfast, she slipped off out of the back door leaving us in a house empty of all children.
Mark suggested optimistically that under the circumstances perhaps we could spend the day in bed, because sometimes he forgets that we are fifty. I declined politely, and reminded him that I had got some sewing to do and he was supposed to be welding our camper van back together. In any case we would have to get up anyway to empty the dogs.
Sometimes it is no wonder that these pages are so dull. If somebody had told my twenty year old self that the older me would happily forgo a day in bed in favour of hemming curtains I would have been very surprised and not a little scornful. I am glad to be grown up, it is a far more serene and untroubled state of being.
Of course we didn’t stay in bed, not after the usual cup of coffee and half hour of idle speculation about the world around us. Mark went off to glue bits of tin to the wheel arches of the camper van, and I stayed at home to re-boil the apple jelly, which had set stickily, much to my irritation.
I boiled it, and poured it, and then spent ages washing pans up again, which was easier than it might have been because of the magical un-sticky coating, which is working brilliantly.
I pegged the washing outside in the sunshine, which was so lovely that I left the door open all day, which was brilliant considering that it is October.
I thought that I ought to hoover, but couldn’t be bothered, and instead got on with the day’s main task which was to manufacture some curtains for Number Two Daughter to take with her for her camper van adventure in Canada. We have bought some beautiful dark blue heavy chenille for these, and lined with thick blackout lining they will be brilliant, even in a Canadian winter.
I listened to the radio for a while as I cut and pinned and pressed, but eventually turned it off because I didn’t want to think about having a nuclear war with Russia, especially now that Oliver is best friends with a Russian, how upsetting that would be.
I got a couple of curtains made up, which was brilliantly easier than usual, because of course the dogs were at the farm. It is very difficult to seam curtains when the end of them is being sat on by a sleepy dog under the sewing desk. The saying about letting sleeping dogs lie was not invented by somebody who was trying to make curtains.
In the end the day drew to its end, and I had to close the door against the evening chill and start getting ready for work. I like the shorter days, it is much easier to stop doing things when the sun sets early.
We had a swim, and we are on the taxi rank, which is quiet because of it being Tuesday.
We might buzz off home and go to bed early.
