Good morning! 😷
It is indeed the Fete de Spud this weekend! Where did that year go?
The birthday boy is now at nursery for three days a week as his Mama is back teaching part time. He's doing well and she's adjusting!
* Mr M and I have been on a torrid journey of illness, injury and bereavement in the last three weeks, including Covid, Hand,Foot and Mouth, a broken finger and the sudden loss of someone very dear to me.*
Why do horrors come in clusters? We have hunkered down and are focusing on getting well and truly recovered....and on hosting Spud's big bash. It's on Sunday and the weather looks set fair for once
Kaimoana has sent me a delightful playlist of versions of Happy Birthday for the party....We will play it on a loop 😆
I have been reading and keeping up but felt unable to inflict my misery on you lot when as a collective we seem to have more than our share of the stuff....but the running beans are fine, the French beans are a different story and the onions are epic! There's light at the end of my tunnel
Please cheer on the GB Archery team in Paris - one of them is very dear to us and we can't go to support as planned as we have a funeral to attend.
That's life, innit? 😏