A few days away is always a pleasure, but like most people, we are glad to be home.
It seemed quite strange adapting to someone else’s routine, sleeping in a different bed and smelling a different fabric conditioner on the sheets, using huge fluffy towels (LUXURY for me!!), drinking posh coffee with even posher milk and having the option of watching TV.
All those channels, all those potential hours of watching possibilities, and did we watch anything? Apart from a few news bulletins, just one antiques programme (a repeat from 2005) and the restoration of a 1970s Porsche, which was another repeat from yesteryear.
As we did all the running around, our friend did the cooking. He is an excellent cook.
We had treats too, chocolate gateaux, milk chocolate, crisps, fruit and nut chocolate, doughnuts, hazelnut chocolate, biscuits, and did I say chocolate? These two men in my life (my two husbands so to speak) are evens-stevens in the chocoholic stakes.
We had agreed to stay just a few days to give him time to get on his feet and take the pressure off in case something unforeseen occurred. He is much better today, and his brother is coming tomorrow for the weekend.
It is now a waiting game for the CT results, and once again we will be at his full disposal.
Coming home, I had a little shopping to do, dull stuff like bread, cereal, UHT milk, cheese, ham, tomatoes, chocolate (OK, 3 cheap bars found their way into the basket, it is almost Valentine’s Day after all) and a sticky bun.
There have been no further problems with the condensation we’d discovered on Monday, and first thing to go on was the kettle, then the heating, though the boat wasn’t exactly cold as our little heaters had done a fine job in keeping the chill off. Even better, they hadn’t run away with the electricity, equating to just 3 Kwh a day on average (we have been using as much as 14 Kwh when it has been really cold and we’ve had the dehumidifier going to combat the humidity).
Everything is put away, all is tidy, we are fed and the dog is curled up at my feet on the bench giving it ZZZs. Anyone would think she’d had a hard day, when in truth she had a walk in the quarry this morning and a short walk round the avenue this afternoon.
This is her place, she is settled, comfortable and like us, glad to be Home.Rain is forecast for tomorrow morning, round about the time we get up. Oh joy.
Didn’t take long to get back to normal then.