Blowin In The (gale force) Wind

Can you guess what I spent my day doing? This is the first four loads of washing I did today. Don't know where it all comes from but have a sneaking suspicion it has something to do with Minions that can't find their mouths and a husband who, when he can't be bothered sniffing his washing to see if it's dirty (yes really, it's quite disgusting), just chucks all his clothes in the wash in a oner. Still, whilst the winds batterng the Highlands don't exactly make for ideal buggy pushing weather it does let me get through the washing without having to resort to the tumble drier.

The rest of the afternoon was spent making sausage casserole for dinner (or boiled sausages as one of the husbands friends prefers to call it) and attempting to prevent Minion two ganing access to the fridge. She doesn't actually eat any of the stuff she liberates but finding half rotting grapes and fermenting petit filous placed in strategic locations round the house isn't exactly ideal.


Quote of the day "All my nother friends get to go to a childminder. I want a Shelagh" Minion number one lamenting my lack of gainful employment and her subsequent lack of expensive childcare. Wonder if she'd find the childrens home an attractive alternative.