Tuesday, 12 January 2010
Getting back to normal...
This morning we made it to school (mainly because I begged husband to drive.) The 14 mile journey is usually stunning, running through gorse and fern downs and up and over a prehistoric volcano dotted with fluffed up sheep. This morning all were awash with cold white Christmas cake icing.
The children seemed relieved to be back to routine - bored with our company. We kissed them and sped to an oil depot to pick up 200 litres of heat and hot water and sanity which we will have to manually pour into our oil tank. Heading home, oil and bulk chicken food combined to make a heady smell in my car.
The final problem was to extract husband's silly car from it's igloo. We tried and failed, even with my digging skills so there was nothing for it but to beg: A nursery man neighbour - a grower of Christmas trees, fruit trees and ornamentals came with his pea-green low-loader to drag the unwilling German to the road. Kind tree-man then pointed his metal scoop close to the floor, shovelling tons of snow from the drive and lane. He was awarded a trophy - Shiraz flavoured.
Husband is free, he will leave us now to go to his office far, far away where adults buy my country eggs and converse in adult speak. We will await the next disaster that generally occurs when he goes away!