We are having a very exciting day.
It has been a Prequel, just like the new Harry Potter film.
It is the Prequel to Tomorrow.
My sister is coming to visit us tomorrow afternoon, and so we have tidied up.
I do not see my sister very often. She lives in Wales, which is not a part of the world I have any particular desire to explore. Compared to Disneyland, or Florida, or even Blackpool, it is a bit of a non-starter on my holiday list. As far as I can tell, it is wet, full of people who incinerate holiday cottages, and short of thrill rides.
I don’t much like thrill rides really, especially now I am older. They make me feel mildly unwell, especially after lunch. All the same, they are brightly coloured and cheer people up, especially the children, and tend to come with a side order of candy floss and doughnuts. This does not help with the mildly unwell sensation but are worth it.
Also we have managed to tolerate holiday cottages here for ages without ever being tempted to indulge in arson. I do not mind that half of the houses on our road are holiday cottages. It gives me a choice of dustbins and plenty of parking in winter. Also none of them are there long enough to complain about anything. I think the Welsh ought to consider the benefits.
Anyway, although we have visited Wales on occasion, if ever we have an opportunity for a few days holiday, Wales springs to mind as a destination almost not at all. We have got plenty of rain and sheep of our own.
Hence I do not see her very often, and we are looking forward to it.
I have considered cooking, but it was just too difficult and there are too many pitfalls. I do not wish to introduce her to the Lake District by serving up dried rice and sour prawns, which is always a possibility if I am not paying attention. I am not especially paying attention at the moment, because of trying to write a dystopian novel. Mark said that the whole cooking thing was too risky, and so we are going to go across the road to the Indian restaurant instead.
I like this idea as well, and so we are about to go off to work so that we can earn enough cash to pay for it.
In the meantime we have Tidied Up.
They have got a camper van, and so will probably want to sleep in there, but I have been worrying doubtfully about this, on and off, and in the end we have got Lucy’s room ready in case they think they might like to sleep in the house. This involved some tiddling about, because I had dumped all of Oliver’s luggage in there, and so it needed to be un-dumped, back up the stairs to the loft.
We put the sheets on the bed and cleaned the bathroom. Oliver hoovered it the other day, although you can’t actually tell, but it was technically hoovered, so I did not bother about that bit. We wiped it down and moved some things about, pointlessly, and decided that in the event that she gets too drunk to stagger through the back yard to her van, an alternative is available.
Do not ridicule. All things are possible. I have myself been in that state, although it was many years ago. My sister is younger than me, and so you never know. She is only fifty, which is practically a reckless teenager in my eyes.
We tidied up the conservatory, which needed doing because Mark had filled it with lots of rural broadband that needed fitting together, and it is absolutely about time that it went back in the rural broadband truck. Then Mark watered it, the conservatory, not the rural broadband, obviously, whilst I got dinner ready, and our preparations were complete.
It is tomorrow.
We are looking forward to it.
