The house needed a bit of soul put back into its neglected womb today so the oven was switched on, a lamb casserole was prepared for slow cooking and a batch of biscuits were made with Hugo's quick, sticky-handed help. Wet, clean clothes have been hung on a rack in front of the fire and mounds of dishes washed. Hugo put his hands on his hips and walked around the room saying "I can't believe it's so clean. I can't believe it". He then spent the rest of the morning with a bowl of musli, cardboard tube, tractor and cows playing the 'feeding out game' - the tube was his "rolled oat telescope".
How great is it bunkering back down at home after a few weeks of flurry. I'm flurryless.
