O'er the hills

What more could a man wish for after a non-stop weekend, but the return of Manic Monday and ferrying a beaver and a cub about?! 

I haven’t done one in a while, but after a poor night’s sleep and a busy day, which included the installation of the new carpet, I could have done without it, but cracked on regardless. The Youngest pulled an absolute blinder when I was chasing around, cooking dinner and doing several things at once (which all involved boiling hot liquids) by deciding that that was the moment to ask if I could help her with the make-up in a party bag she received months ago – it’s been by her bed all year, completely ignored.

I got them where they needed to be though and it was quite nice stopping in a part of Kendal, which I usually drive through. We looked out over the auld grey town from what I was once reliably told was the “posh part” of Kendal.

The new carpet is in. The old carpet is to be re-laid. The builder is starting to make some space in the back room and has been informed that come what may, we are moving back in at the weekend!