being at home for two weeks has been a little strange. i have been told to stay home by the doctor. but it has been surprisingly lonely. sebastian only works from nine until four, but that time in between drags so much. i have read books, and blogs, and made things. and failed things.
the best part though was making cakes. it has been a while. i must have gone through a little phase when we moved in together. i may have to make something else. muffins maybe. or scones.saturday i went for a nice long walk to my friend nicola's house for some company and ofcourse to deliver a cake.
nicola and her family were lovely enough to invite me with them on their day out. we went to a local fete and bought piles of books and had a few go's on the tombola and bought knitted toys and chocolate cakes and won pink lemonade. there were lots of stalls and bunting and an old fashioned red double decker bus. oh, and i snuggled a ferret.
nicola and i matched. like the perfect pretend 'sister' i was for the day. it was so lovely. thank you miss nicola and mr and mrs and nan and grandpa nicola! hugs.
i miss home, and everyday viewings of my lovely mother's face and the noisy children and clucking chickens and trixie-lu's moulting fur. and boris' big floppy bunny ears. and the everyday access to the beautiful flowery garden with patches of grass to sit on and the big apple tree.
i am off to write a story.