Dreaded Man-Flu

No question about it I am certain I must have contracted man-flu.  Feel like I am about to meet my maker.  Have exhausted 2 loo rolls on my leaking nose just this afternoon.  Am sitting under two duvets with hat and gloves on, shivering and moaning.  Dreadful shards of glass in my throat and jack-hammer at the base of my head where my aching neck meets my lolling skull.  So pretty much good for nothing at all today.  The poor girl has come home from school aching from her bruised back and side following her tumble off a horse on Saturday and Gary is doing a stirling job of being Daddy, Mummy, Doctor, Cleaner, Company Director, Dog whisperer and Chimney sweep, Chef and general all-round miracle worker.... all at once mostly.  So to lighten my somber feeling of gloominess and uselessness I am trying to catch up on blogs, emails etc.  Here are some of my favourite pics of my truly wonderful long-suffering family, I promise to get well soon, discard the leaky nose and get back in the saddle asap.  I have also just ordered a 'organiser' diary for busy working Mums - no doubt I will misplace it somewhere within days of getting it.  Ho hum..........

Moving onwards

So, here we are, the boys watching the Rugby (husband, son, boy-dog), the girls (daughter and girl-dog) curled up in the cosy armchairs by the woodburner in the kitchen.  Fresh pasta on the stove and a home filled with happiness, laughter and light.  Many changes have happened over the last year, may of them wonderful, some stressful and a few tricky and difficult.  All in all we are in a good place with so much potential at our feet.  Land to clear, gardens to plant and house to decorate and a future to enjoy.

For now a week off work will unfold and include lots of cooking, clearing, reading, relaxing, dog-walking, wood collecting and films by the fire.