Sunday 29 September 2013
Missing in Action
One of the inside stands at Malvern last week.
Apologies for the dearth of postings in the last week, but our eldest daughter T has been here with us, and we have been busy enjoying ourselves - and working hard on tidying and cleaning the house. This all went swimmingly until the Dyson died. With a new agent arriving tomorrow to assess the house, a new Dyson had to join the clan and I was mortified to find how poorly the old one had been performing (e.g. hardly at all), so I now have to go over the entire house again with it - having shut doors on rooms I hahd originally deemed "done" . . .
Yesterday was the Fleamarket for us, so we were out for about 12 hours and I feel dire this morning. Breakfast had a Ibuprofen element to try and control the aching all over . . . LOVE Fleamarkets, but it takes us 3 days to recover from one at our age!
Right, this won't do. T is now home and life is staring me in the face again . . .