no, not anything else, but just tired. LOL...
It's 12.30am and I'm sitting in the study with the usual suspects, Bessie Merle and Lancey (who I might add wont leave BM's side at the moment, possibly due to the fact that she is in season?). Millie has long since gone to bed, actually she went to bed after her dinner; Matilda flaked out on the lounge and Evan went to bed at 8.00pm in anticipation of his shift starting at 2.30 ish. And me? Iam on Foal Watch. Last night I handed the baton (or rather the torch, lol) over to Evan at 2.15am and immediately fell into bed and into a sleep that even the dead would be envious of - not to mention that this morning I woke up at 8.30am to breakfast in bed.
I have a sneaking suspicion that tomorrow I will be asked to do the second shift as Evan has an online Poker Tournament (actually the jargon is, "Tourny") tomorrow night, not sure how that is supposed to work with me working on Wednesday? I'm sure I'll find out soon enough.
As we have been really hectic with this foal or mare watching business, all thoughts of any practical domesticity have left the property temporarily with all washing piling up on the couch in the kitchen (yikes! my mother would have a pink fit). So, if you happen to visit Massie Lodge in the next coming couple of months, please turn a blind eye to these small shortcomings. Anyone want a job folding some washing? AAAArgh... domesticity, I hate it.
We were most surprised to day when an old friend of Evan's from Sydney turned up on the off chance that we would be home..... Of course I panicked. As mentioned earlier, tidiness has been low on the priority list this last week and of course no shopping had been done for something yummy to eat with a cuppa. I stood there at the front door, the music from Pyscho ringing in my ears loudly.... the bathroom.... what nasties had been left on the counter and forgotten? In what state was the current handtowel? The toilet lid - up or down? The lounge room and the kitchen all looking like a bomb had hit it. Not to forget the case of the vanishing couch underneath all the washing in the kitchen.... AAAArgh!!
Luckily I had listened to my mother's advice on one or two occasions (but if only I had listened some more!) ... I had stashed some Macadamia cookies away in the cupboard which would present a hundred times better than SAO’s with cheese. I had some Lavazza coffee in the refrigerator… ok, that was covered and, some Lemonade in the bar fridge. Phew… Don’t get me wrong, it was nice to see our visitors, but considering iam normally domestically challenged on a good day, all I could do was hope that our visitors took pity on us and turned a blind eye to our current state of chaos.
I think there are two morals to this story. 1. Please give me a little notice so that I can make sure that at least I can find the couch in the kitchen under all the washing and make sure I have something else for morning tea other than SAOs. 2. In our current climate with mare watching, you just have to take pot luck!
Anyone know of a good lady that does washing, folding of same, ironing, the floors etc etc etc…….!!!
It’s now 12.50am and I can hear Evan shouting at Lance in the bedroom…. Hmmm not a good sign considering that he is supposed to be sleeping until about 2.30am. It has taken me this long to write all of this. Do you believe that I have tried to post to the blogger at least 2 times and have lost this post twice previously? Maybe I should just give it up as a bad joke tonight!
**Yawn** Im tired.
It's 12.30am and I'm sitting in the study with the usual suspects, Bessie Merle and Lancey (who I might add wont leave BM's side at the moment, possibly due to the fact that she is in season?). Millie has long since gone to bed, actually she went to bed after her dinner; Matilda flaked out on the lounge and Evan went to bed at 8.00pm in anticipation of his shift starting at 2.30 ish. And me? Iam on Foal Watch. Last night I handed the baton (or rather the torch, lol) over to Evan at 2.15am and immediately fell into bed and into a sleep that even the dead would be envious of - not to mention that this morning I woke up at 8.30am to breakfast in bed.
I have a sneaking suspicion that tomorrow I will be asked to do the second shift as Evan has an online Poker Tournament (actually the jargon is, "Tourny") tomorrow night, not sure how that is supposed to work with me working on Wednesday? I'm sure I'll find out soon enough.
As we have been really hectic with this foal or mare watching business, all thoughts of any practical domesticity have left the property temporarily with all washing piling up on the couch in the kitchen (yikes! my mother would have a pink fit). So, if you happen to visit Massie Lodge in the next coming couple of months, please turn a blind eye to these small shortcomings. Anyone want a job folding some washing? AAAArgh... domesticity, I hate it.
We were most surprised to day when an old friend of Evan's from Sydney turned up on the off chance that we would be home..... Of course I panicked. As mentioned earlier, tidiness has been low on the priority list this last week and of course no shopping had been done for something yummy to eat with a cuppa. I stood there at the front door, the music from Pyscho ringing in my ears loudly.... the bathroom.... what nasties had been left on the counter and forgotten? In what state was the current handtowel? The toilet lid - up or down? The lounge room and the kitchen all looking like a bomb had hit it. Not to forget the case of the vanishing couch underneath all the washing in the kitchen.... AAAArgh!!
Luckily I had listened to my mother's advice on one or two occasions (but if only I had listened some more!) ... I had stashed some Macadamia cookies away in the cupboard which would present a hundred times better than SAO’s with cheese. I had some Lavazza coffee in the refrigerator… ok, that was covered and, some Lemonade in the bar fridge. Phew… Don’t get me wrong, it was nice to see our visitors, but considering iam normally domestically challenged on a good day, all I could do was hope that our visitors took pity on us and turned a blind eye to our current state of chaos.
I think there are two morals to this story. 1. Please give me a little notice so that I can make sure that at least I can find the couch in the kitchen under all the washing and make sure I have something else for morning tea other than SAOs. 2. In our current climate with mare watching, you just have to take pot luck!
Anyone know of a good lady that does washing, folding of same, ironing, the floors etc etc etc…….!!!
It’s now 12.50am and I can hear Evan shouting at Lance in the bedroom…. Hmmm not a good sign considering that he is supposed to be sleeping until about 2.30am. It has taken me this long to write all of this. Do you believe that I have tried to post to the blogger at least 2 times and have lost this post twice previously? Maybe I should just give it up as a bad joke tonight!
**Yawn** Im tired.
It is a common experience that a problem difficult at night is resolved in the morning after the committee of sleep has worked on it.
--John Steinbeck
Helen.
1 comment:
You could put up a BYO sign. ;-)
Handy hint: keep a packet of scones in the freezer and quickly thaw in microwave. All that's needed then is butter and jam. Anyway, people go to visit friends, not houses and menus.
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