Tuesday 19th February

It was frosty this morning…or at least that’s what we have been told. Dad, for some completely unknown reason, was a little late, rushing around everywhere ….. and even later when he got outside to find the car windscreen was properly iced over…. He pointed the car into the rising sun and, as soon as there was the smallest gap in the ice to see through set off around the yard…..only to come very very close to smashing into the second car that had been carefully positioned ready to be towed to the scrap yard this morning!! As you might expect of a “sensible person”, he then stopped and waited for the screen to clear completely…. on driving up the road the radio presented was going on about “not rushing” and taking time to clear your screen before setting off……

Apparently the budding linguist spent his French lesson this morning discussing his potential visit to Bordeaux to look at the asbestos factory (all in French, of course) whether it will be of any use is still to be seen….he’s waiting to hear if they really do want him to go.

Mum is “subbing at netball” this evening…..firstly for the first (yes, first) team, and then subbing for the seconds….we can only think that lots of young fit netballers have either been delayed on returning form half term holidays or that St. Lawrence Netball Club have had a really bad string of injuries….it’s not April the 1^st. yet, is it??

The budding IT student has an interview tomorrow which is keeping her thoughts occupied this evening….studying websites of the company and generally “swatting up” to make sure she knows what the company does and how they do it…..let’s wish her luck.

Much discussion about wage rates this evening….with the politician being ribbed remorselessly about how much time the States spend deciding their wage rates….as you can imagine, Father wasn’t too impressed…he kept repeating that if he didn’t have some sort of pay increase he would just have to increase the rent from children. The fireman made a few comments….but given that he has the new bedroom with the new bathroom ensuite he has the least to worry about….and no cats sitting on his bedroom window ledge either.   

    

Spag Bog was tonight’s offering, and had been left by the netballer for others to organise….but was it beef? Who knows….the stories that keep coming out in the press keep us wondering if we really have had any idea over the past few years. Maybe we should all start being vegetarians…but then again may be not.

During their continued clear up, the boys have discovered a large old tank that might well (when turned upside down, with doors cut into it) double as a very suitable pig pen/house….do pigs we need pens? We think so….and will they need additional feeding in the winter? We think so again….and will they escape if the meadow isn’t properly fenced….judging by our efforts with cows and sheep we feel sure that pigs will want to get away just like all the other animals. It’s just as well were having this big clear up…if only it stays dry we can keep working away in the wetter parts of the meadow.

No sign of any digger spares yet….and Tom hasn’t managed to take any more parts off it in the last two days…phone calls to be made tomorrow….there’s plenty males around the house who can’t wait to get out “playing diggers in the field”.