I haven't washed my hair for five days, I have flea-bite on my leg and I smell of curdled milk. Kate and Vic have been here for ten days, pretty much, sorting out our Kitchen Crisis. They came last Monday and stayed until Thursday. On Friday, we left Leo with them in Merseyside, went out for a meal, went to the pub with a friend and came home.
On Saturday we arose late, sat in the kitchen in our pants being grateful to Kate and Vic for a bit, and then went to the downsizer.net meet in Aberystwyth. It was a brilliant day out - lots of interesting people, lots of interesting trading. We went with four pounds of honey, four pounds of beeswax and a dozen eggs and came back with two packets of air dried ham, a small bottle of sloe gin, a jar of spicey marinade, a dozen duck eggs, a jar of bullace chutney, a jar of raspberry jam, some hand-made soap and two dead rabbits.
On Sunday, we helped some friends shift a conservatory we have given them (in exchange for three sponge cakes and eighteen hatching eggs) on to their trailer; and the friends and B watched me skin and joint the two rabbits, with some alarming amusement ("Aw, look at his little paws, he looks like he's sleeping!").
Did you know that you can cut through a rabbit's legs with garden secateurs instead of ponying up for poultry shears?
On Monday, we picked up a luton van at 9AM and drove to Frodsham, where we disassembled an eight foot by ten foot shed, mostly in the manner of Harold Lloyd, went through the skip of the chap who was selling it and rescued a gas heater, two gas canisters, three fence panels, various miscellaneous bits of wood, three metal shelving units, a work-bench and a pallet. Then we drove home, where we were met by Kate, Vic and Leo.
We unloaded the van, which did not promote family harmony in any way shape or form. Particularly the 8 x 10 slab of floor.
Yesterday, B went to Cheltenham on a reccy for a job that is happening next year and I stayed at home trying to keep on top of what Vic wanted me to do; look after Leo, who has a cold and was cratchety; and be assertive with Kate, who wouldn't let anyone else near him. Vic was grumpy because he'd forgotten B wouldn't be there, I was upset because Kate wouldn't let me near my own baby and it was NOT a good day. I ended up sitting on a neighbour's sofa at 3pm, driven away once again from the nappy changing table, drinking gin and listening to a pep-talk on assertiveness. I recommend this - I came home, had another large gin and two glasses of wine and broached the 'please let me look after my own child' conversation with Kate. It went down okay. Well, in fact.
Gin. That well known easer of family strife. Go for it. You know it makes sense.
Today, we finished running in the wiring cables and the first fix is finished. B has filled in the gaping hole in the floor and I have cooked cauliflower cheese for tea, with some of the air dried ham we got on Saturday. Leo is slightly less cranky - we took him to the doctor yesterday evening who pronounced it 'something viral' and told us to keep on with the Calpol.
I am going to have a large glass of wine and a bath.
For today, that is all.