|Campsite taken from Arnside Knott|
Work and house stuff has kept us pretty busy this week and in addition to that we're now learning what it's like to share our limited living space with germs. Yes, having managed to dodge every cold and flu virus so far this winter, I've now been hit with a doozie. I have a throat like sandpaper and a somewhat less than attractive hacking cough. Of course I can't just take myself off to bed as, when the bed is out, it takes up around 2/3 of the space inside, so instead I have to make do with curling up on the sofa, but it's just not the same as cool clean sheets when you're feeling grotty. The lack of spare room is also a distinct disadvantage for Steve as he has nowhere else to crawl off and sleep when my snoring reaches it's zenith. (And you thought a hacking cough was unattractive!)
|Hats are essential.|
And so here we now sit, tucked up for the evening in Delores whilst Monty gets up to heaven knows what mischief on his nightly patrol of the neighbourhood. I'm busy writing this blog to keep all our friends and family updated with our escapades and Steve is trying to release sheep from a 'tractor' beam and muttering about daddy's sheep being too big to get through the ice ray. Don't worry, he's not been at the local mushrooms, he's stuck on Chapter 2, Level 1 of Farm Break and would welcome any assistance you may be able to offer.
Our solicitor reckons we could complete on the house up here by this coming Friday - but we've all heard that one before so I'm trying not to hold my breath too hard. If by some miracle we do then we can at last look forward to being reunited with our assorted missing undergarments. About time too - it's beginning to get parky again.