Can we have a boutique hotel?

Everyone slept like babies (well babies that sleep all night long anyway). Huffle continued with his cream, I still felt ill but a bit better for the good sleep, Small's finger was looking a lot better though it needed lots of moisturiser because it was all dry and flaky and Smallest's sty is better (old wives tales do work then).

It was a cold start to the day but the sun did come out and the sky was a beautiful blue which looked amazing against the lovely tree foliage.

I stayed at home again and rested in between three loads of washing and the making of two chillis for dinner. I knitted and watched TV. After a quick lunch with Huffle, he decided we would get some fresh air and took us to the local Garden Centre where we took advantage of the 70% sale and bought some Wiegelas, a Burning Bush and a couple of Heucheras. We also spent our scarecrow winnings on a willow weaved Reindeer for the garden. The burning bush was huge and very very heavy. The lady in the garden centre had to help us load it into the car. They have a very antiquated way of selling their plants there. They very slowly write each olant and the price on an invoice and then they put it all in the cash register, minus any discounts and plus tax. It takes forever and Huffle was getting really annoyed (quietly). We left the plants in the car and got them in later when the kids helped us. Huffle finished mowing the grass and then put the mower to bed for the winter, running down the petrol, cleaning the blades and taking off the battery.

The garden centre is set in a wooded area which is beautiful

I had a visit from MrBasement briefly and we discussed the kitchen and then I went and picked up Small's Tuba from school as he is borrowing it for the weekend. I finished dinner and we all ate. Small and Huffle went off for Small's first indoor football session. This morning Huffle was sent an email sking if he could be assistant coach for tonight's game and that he would just be handing out pinnies and getting the kids organised. In actual fact he ended up coaching by himself as the main man left after the first minute. I think that is despicable behaviour but Huffle really enjoyed it. He made sure to tell all the boys that the game was called 'football' and not 'soccer'.

Par rum pa rum

Smallest and I stayed behind and watched Nanny McPhee.

 

 

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