A busy Sunday left both of us tired. The family came on Saturday and we all sprawled round, at least the two dogs and the two girls did, gossiping and catching up on news. Lucy does not like other dogs and though there were some friendly overtures by Teddy she curled her lip in a pretty fashion and told him to get lost. The girls and I took the two dogs out for their last evening walk, past the graveyard but it was very, very dark in there and so we opted out of walking amongst the gravestones.
|Fog and rain from last night|
Lillie had already tripped over a step and smashed up a ceramic turtle dragon in the garden; poor lamb, heartbroken she had promised to give all her pocket money to LS, he had laughed and said he was glad to get rid of it and it had only come from TK-Max. Lillie is kind of accident prone, always rushing around doing things, she loves making the coffee, and generally helping in the kitchen, both girls bake, though not always successfully apparently. With all this fuss about what we eat, and what we are going to die from, perhaps baking should be off the menu as well ;).
They left late Sunday morning, and we went to the drink's thing. Twenty odd people fitted into a small space, everyone chattering, and I lost most of the conversations. We met the people who own the land behind the church and our garden, they are 'tidying' it up, their house and grounds seem to be a project for them, not sure I approve of tidying up, it means the wild life vanish, the little rabbits that hop past early in the morning, the hedgehog who rambles around on the grass cutting heap. Lucy (the dog) handled being left alone for a couple of hours very well, the house was as we left it! Not this morning though, she had scattered things far and wide, never chews though which is a relief.