Diary Of A Yorkshire Girl

The children are now on their school holidays. So, we have spent much of this week driving all over and Catching Up, which is always nice, but bloody exhausting at the same time. Nevertheless, it has been great fun. I do miss those nearest and dearest, and it makes you wonder where the time goes. We landed back home late yesterday, shattered. I was less than delighted to find, that the cat had hidden under the bed, and then been sick due to the heat.

It was always a safe and wonderful place, the kitchen at my Grandparent’s house. It could easily have been the only room in the entire house, so little time did anyone spend elsewhere. It truly was the heart of the home. It was the centre of my world.

Those who know me best, will know that I am not to be trifled with of a morning. I am best avoided at all costs, until I have consumed fresh coffee and washed my hair. Anyone venturing in my general direction, prior to either of these events is likely to be met with a fairly gruesome snarl, and be sent packing.

I had a fit of madness the other day and decided that it was time for a ‘rearrange’.
I do this when I can’t see the wood for the trees and force myself into tackling the Piles Of Stuff everywhere, in a bid to Clear The Decks. In fairness this particular attack had been a long time coming. The accumulation of a few evenings spent staring at my beautiful love token French desk, watching it slowly disappear with despair, under a year’s worth of school newsletters and credit card statements (unopened of course), I don’t need monthly reminders of how much I overspent on Choo’s.