Camp

Today very much felt like sending the kids (including Mr B) off to camp. The kids were due to eat at school today - so there was a packed lunch for CarbBoy (pasta, of course). Then getting Mr B ready for his weekend skiing trip with 'the boys'. "Have you got your hat? Have you got your wrist warmers? Now don't let those boys make you go too fast, I don't want you breaking your leg..." etc etc etc. I made up for the nagging by providing cakes as snacks plus a personalised jar of rum for everyone (it's perfect: storage container and glass in one!) I managed to forget yesterday's 'excitement' - while putting up a magnetic knife holder, Mr B managed to nip off the top of his finger - which remains behind the knife holder... Lots of savlon and bandages seemed to help, but, to make things worse, the knife holder isn't straight - so will have to be redone.

The rest of the morning was spent in a DIY store trying to decide which hook things were best for tying in scaffolding to. And which bits of wood were best for shelves. I didn't take much part in any of that. Then Ikea for the fastest in/out shop we've ever managed in there (one set of shelves, not too tricky) and then back in for lunch and, fueled with a wee glass of wine, some browsing! Next, big supermarket for ale to make a marmalade cake with (thanks MrSmith - I'll be making that as soon as my ale-drinker returns from the mountains to drink the rest of the bottle) and for countless more cans of Mr B's favourite coffee. Then my part of the day: material shops. We looked at hundreds of rolls of cloth, and finally came back to the first shop to buy something suitable for the kitchen. We have back up plans for the other rooms, but neither of us could stomach spending 400 euros to curtain one room until one of us has a job... Those big windows look mighty fine until you have to draught-proof them!

With Mr B dropped at the airport to await the rest of the gang, back home for me and the joy of a Billy bookcase to build (no, really, I love that kind of thing). And I may even have a teeny glass (or jar) or whisky later to celebrate Burns Night.