Back to Normal

One thing about taking your home on holiday with you is there’s no packing or unpacking to do. I confess to getting lazy about cooking dinner, but quite honestly, it was so hot we didn’t want anything more than a sandwich most days though I did prepare tomato pasta, sweet and sour chicken, and a chicken korma while we were away.
Our daily exercise was of course the locks, and although Maggie didn’t get walks as such, she was free to explore when we stopped and there were plenty of new smells to be sampled by that sniffer of hers.
sniff
Getting back into the routine hasn’t been too bad either, with us getting ourselves up straight with the laundry and cleaning the boat more or less immediately.
Surprisingly, with boating being a ‘contact sport’ as they say, we only had a couple of scuffs on the fender strip (the permanent protective rubber that encircles the body of the boat) and two or three little scratches on the paintwork which were soon touched up using a tiny tin of model aircraft paint which was practically a perfect match.

We had a phone call from MOH inviting us down for the weekend, so come Friday the boat was locked up and we were on our way in the car having been given a shopping list for provisions.
We never go down empty-handed so to do some shopping is common place. Also, because we turn the boat (and fridge) off whilst we’re away, anything open such as milk, cheese, butter, bread, meat, yoghurt etc goes with us.
I like MOH’s style of shopping though.
We had the usual bread, butter, milk, potatoes, eggs, tomatoes, and cauliflower (I was providing the cheese for our evening meal), but he also wanted Naughty Cake (read large chocolate gateaux), choccy (read at least 3 bars of chocolate), sweeties (I chose liquorice allsorts, jelly babies, fruit pastilles), and biscuits (jaffa cakes, digestives, custard creams and Jammy dodgers).

Hubby had a little bit of trouble at first adapting
from this  bb other side to this hyundai

but we had an uneventful journey and arrived to find MOH sweating profusely and extremely red in the face up to his shins in hedge clippings.
He’d got a bargain for £25 and decided to give his hedges a hair cut in order to try it out.

bargainUnfortunately, he had got a little carried away with his project, so he was glad to see us early so that Hubby could give him a hand putting it together, then shredding the debris and clearing up.
bargain 1 bargain 2

It was a long and laborious job, mainly because the little shredder was only designed for brushwood, not the occasional half a tree, so it was forever jamming, dust was flying everywhere, and we were both concerned for his chest.
I was therefore dispatched to buy some face masks, but by the time I got back, most of the shredding was done and they were bagging up, so each donned a mask and got on with it.
The shredder was sitting quietly by the bird table, but the lawn mower had been taken out of the shed as Hubby had resorted to an old trick using the blades of the mower for the big stuff which had worked like a dream.

Once again I had two green giants and a pile of washing. No problem.
Over our meal, it was discussed where to dispose of the 7 bags of compost as MOH has no Green Collection in his village, and it’s a £2 charge to go to the local tip some 5 miles away.
Last time, he set fire to it, which wouldn’t have been an issue if he hadn’t gone to bed thinking it was out only to have the fire brigade pull up to save his fencing as the flames had already burned what was left of his hedge and were leaping towards the house.

The evening was spent playing dominoes, for once I won, 4 games to nil/nil, so we continued with cribbage, with MOH winning the first game, and me the second.
Everyone was tired, so we had a relatively early night.

We wondered where he intended to take us in the morning as we always go somewhere we can walk the dogs that’s off the beaten path and road maps.
His ‘short cuts’ are legendary, and even though I lived in the area for almost 8 years 26 years ago, he loses me!!

About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! We have recently lost our beloved dog Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney, and now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of my GSD so had hers done too. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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