Bliss. A day to myself - I'm home alone. Apart from a few worried bleats from the neighbouring sheep who haven't yet got to grips with motherhood it's very quiet here. No workman-like noises; banging and sawing and cursing, no cups of tea or sandwiches to be made. The Glam Ass has gone fishing, bobbing about in a little boat on
Llyn Clywedog hoping to catch our supper - that's why. Don't get me wrong - I wouldn't be without him, but sometimes, just sometimes, it's nice to have time alone to take stock and catch up with one's own thoughts.
That was the plan anyway; to have a bit of self indulgent me-time. Time alone seems too precious to waste on mundane tasks. However, leaving them undone means we would be knee deep in dust and laundry - so chores gobbled up a huge chunk of the day as did some shopping. I fiddled about, I gazed at birds in the garden, I dodged the rain, kept up with Facebook.... Suddenly it's 5.30 and the Glam Ass is home in full-on hunter-gatherer mode. He tells me has caught 4 trout, of which he is justifiably proud. What a slippery bowlful they look too.
(If you've made the effort to count them there does appear to be five....hmm curious. )
But what have I got to show for myself? Oh dear. not a lot.
The incubator on the desk has 14 eggs in it. These are 13 Marans' and 1 'other'. I'll candle them in a few days time to see if they are fertile and developing - that is if I can see through the dark shells of the Maran eggs. If the cockerel has been doing his job and the eggs are fertile, hatch day will be Easter Saturday. I am excited already.
On the other side of the room is a drawing board on which I have a garden design in progress. I should really have finished it today because the prospect of it hanging on for much longer is not appealing. I offered my services in a charity auction - hoping and expecting to get a small suburban garden. No such luck - this is vast. And flat. And dominated by an enormous wooden indoor riding school. I am thinking big, bold and confidently.
And the best news - which I am saving until last? A phone call from the bank to let me know that the money I had so foolishly left in the 'hole in the wall' earlier in the week had been retracted by the cash dispenser and would be credited to my account asap. Hurrah! Drinks are on me.
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Oh - hoorah for the money! Something like that's always a worry. I so know what you mean about having a day on your own. I have most of the weekend to myself and I'll be buggered if I'm going to do housework, but I fear that it will need doing...
Great news about the money!
Your 'day alone' sounded very much like my version of a day alone. I suddenly look up after a few hours and am sitting in the same mess, with little to show for my time - at least you were creative with garden plan and eggs.
I hope the fish were delicious!
That's exactly how my me-time goes too . Having had a week to myself , I seem to have read every blog ever written , had flights of fancy about complicated sewing and made a lot of tea .
Your day , despite the housework , sounds a great success though . How wonderful that you got the money back ! And could celebrate with locally caught trout .
If the Glam. Ass. is going to make a habit of this , another time you could try them the Spanish way , putting a piece of Serrano ham inside each one before you fry or grill as usual .
Wow, those garden plans look scarily grown up............
Oh good news about the money! Phew!
Wahoo!! thank goodness - the marvels of modern technology! I know what you mean about a day to yourself - its nice just to potter and does it matter if you don't move mountains?
Well thank goodness for that - I was almost too frightened to peep in! I never even knew machines would do that! Congrats on the 4 trout - N is valuantly trying on the pool but no sucess yet!
Word verif is 'plating!'
just had to come back to say the next word verif is 'create' hmmmmmm
SPLEN-DI-DE! I had been thinking if your money had been re-collected, that's great news!
And are you a professional landscaper? It looks like that and I am deeply impressed. Would we be lucky enough to see the hatching machine on Easter Saturday? Oh, please!
Sounds like a pretty full day - not much me-time there!
Reassuring to hear that ATMs do actually swallow unclaimed cash. What really doesn't work is trying to find the right someone who will agree to reimburse your £10 when the ATM short-changes you (one note had a folded-over corner) - no one in one of the most powerful banks in the universe seemed to know, and I had to give up in the end!
Oooh, garden plans. Can we see? And yes to what happens to the day. I need a full day in the garden and can't seem to find a spot for it at all.
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