Already it is the middle of march,and i have spent most of it in hibernation,including the summer....waiting for an operation on my shoulder (2nd time lucky?) the summer was uneventful.
winter was not what was forcast and nor is spring,so bascially we know nought about anything!
Son and daughter are doing well,son in 2nd yr of uni,and preparing to interlecthly bafflle the world with his knowledge.While daughter has passed her driving test..finallly at great expense to me.unfortunalty the houshold income doesn't stretch to a car and insurance,maybe fluffy dice to start with... she is looking for some work but has decided to build up her stamina (shes been ill for a long time and is beginining to get better slowly) with volunteering at the exmoor pony centre ,she loves these beasts ,they can be very challenging 'teenagers', this way she gets her wish and (hopefully) the beasts get theirs!
Hubby,bless him is working hard at earning the bread and jam for us,whilst supporting a tetchy,attention seeking wife who is in (a) pain 90% of her day.
Once the weather is warmer us locals come out of houses ,blinking at the stark light and head for the local pubs to do 'girls who lunch' whilst sunning themselves with oversized shades and a springer at their feet,it doesn't have to be there dog,just a dog!.The tourists arrive and we have this wrenching desire to inform anyone who will listen that 'we are local!' as if that makes us superior or daft,not sure which,or maybe we should be apologising for our wet dogs,the tourists are envious of our 'simple way of life' isn't that patronising US? and the fact that our lunch is a long one on a week day.....
