St Frabric
Firstly an apology for my rant the other night. I was feeling very sorry for the family who were stranded at Toulouse airport with no explanation. Now we know it was due to the Madrid air crash.
The house is very quiet, no little boys demanding food and drink, games and someone to swim with them. No music blaring, no screams and tantrums, no chicken pox spots to count, no baby to cuddle.
Yes, we are missing them.
Misty and Figaro, on the other hand are delighted to have their tranquility back. The neighbours cats who we had hoped would be terrorised into staying home but were persistently here while the family were, have disappeared at last and are no longer being a nuisance. We've spotted them but they aren't coming near - very odd.
Not long, though, for us until we see the boys again, at our daughter's wedding later in September, it will be a pleasure to see them again.
Meanwhile, there are more visitors arriving shortly, more beds to make (I feel like Su Pollard in Hi di hi), and more meals to plan and prepare. Then a few days quiet with just 'droppers-in' for the odd meal here and there.
And we MUST get back to work on the loft......
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We're onto our last few summer visitors of the year. If I'm honest I am suffering a little from "season" fatigue, but I know it will be soooo quiet once we're all done and dusted at the end of September.
We still have two definites and another two maybes to go - that'll take us to November... ... At which point people will start asking ready for next year!
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