removing the clutter…forever
I love that expression! It reminds me of my Mum, she would say it to me when she came to visit me in Yorkshire where we managed a Country House Hotel in the Dales with my Dad. (No he didn’t help manage it, he just came along with Mum! Confused?)
They would arrive every Sunday, like clockwork, just before Afternoon Tea was being served 😉 to the 70 or so guests and would have their own little selection of homemade biscuits, fruit cake, jam and cream scones and a large pot of tea. Mmm! They always sat in one particular lounge, in the same two armchairs overlooking the croquet lawn. We would chat about anything which may have happened in my home town and catch up on the news of my brothers and sisters (I’m one of eight, so there was always a bit of gossip. Even more so on the wives of my brothers!)
The open fire would be blazing away on colder days and I would give them a rendition of Les Dawsons piano-playing if they cleared their plates!
We would then take a walk around the grounds, if Dads creaky, gangly legs could manage it.
On leaving, Dad would always ask “Are you alright for money? Are you being paid well? Do you have money in the bank? Are you saving any?” Not being nosey, just making sure we always had a
bit lot put away. We always did have money in the bank anyway, still do, for a rainy day. Then he would try to convince me that I would have to be a millionare to live like we did!
All this would happen in exactly one hour! Then Dad would put his cap on and we knew then it was time for them to leave. Dad had a few tell-tale signs like this. Once, I remember an ex-boyfriend of mine had outstayed his welcome, Dad walked into the lounge and wound up the clock on the mantelpiece….
So that was that till the following Sunday, me n’ im would then serve Afternoon Tea and go to our cozy cottage, kick off our shoes, lie on the sofa, watch Antiques Roadshow and breathe a huge sigh of relief!
And so this went on for five and a half years and I wouldn’t change a thing.
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Its my Father-in-Laws 81st birthday today. So, when I have done my usual mundane household chores, we will head off for Dublin to his house and meet up with all the family. My Hubby is the eldest of eleven children. All will be there bar one…she lives in London and works for the BBC. We all chipped in to buy him a new plasma T.V. screen for his new conservatory. He will be delighted! 😆
Hello. My name is Miss Lionheart and I am a computer
Phew! Now, there, I said it. Denial was the problem, as always. Now I can move on with my life…….
I’m spending too much time here on my *** and need to go off and do the things a good wife and 38 year old mother of 4 should be doing:wink:
Last night after being on this demon for 2 and a half hours, No. 2 said, “Mummy! You never spend time with us any more!” Well, I felt ashamed. I finished chatting to a friend on MSN and came right off. The children will always come first.
So, today I have a plan. I will do all the housework that needs to be done and take them out for a walk. It’s a lovely day here, the sun is shining and its lovely and warm. So why would I want to be here anyway (bear with me, I’m trying to convince myself there are better things than blogging!)
I’ll put together a picnic and we will do the Riverside Walk. I’ll leave the car at home rather than drive there and conveniently leave it somewhere close for a quick escape back to Blogland.
Breaking news……..Sophie Ellis Bextor found headbutted to death in the apartment of a French footballer.Apparently it was murder on Zidanes floor……..
Then when we come home, I’ll prepare dinner on the patio and we’ll boogie on the decking! They’ll love that…
This blog will be updated whenever one of my children says something funny (unintentionally) The girls have all said things I try to remember, so I will add them as and when.
Firstly, No.2 has said lots of things, but one of the funniest so far, was “Mum, how do you spell K.F.C?” another one was, “Do birds wee?” My mum kept a little book of dates of birth, weights at birth etc. This will be my little page of funny things said by the children!
This morning, No.3 (aged 5) asked if her new trainers would be faster than her old ones!! 😆