I may have mentioned that we had a lot of visitors and when they went, I slumped.
And then I recovered and thought ‘ Mmm, what do I do now.’
That should be a cue for something really interesting but, dear reader, don’t hold your breath.
I have, for reasons which I won’t bore you with, been dealing with two designers for different reasons, and instead of giving them a proper brief, I have been saying,’ Oh that is lovely, but could you just….’
‘Does that blue really suggest food? I don’t think there is any blue food so could we go for a green…’
And, ‘It is great but because of the politics of the situation, could we move the bridge to the forefront?’
And, ‘Do you know anyone who can get this printed in two days rather than ten?’
All of this requires an eye for detail and regular reader you, as my friends and family will agree, that is not my forte.
So, meanwhile, I have done some stuff which is well within the comfort blanket.
Oxfam – when in doubt, go sort books.
Make a comfort meal – lentil dahl (with slow cooked lamb shanks.)
Dog walking.
And yes, the annual event – cleaning out the fridge.
So at the back I find three jars of fake caviar.
From Christmas, I am thinking, and they will be – probably – used up before next Christmas.
Or then again, they could come in handy on let’s just say for argument’s sake, a Christmas Eve drinks and tasty canapés party….
More jars of home-made jams etc than you can shake a stick at.
And we don’t eat jam etc – despite it being nicely homemade.
Sorry to say but most in the bin now – so, those of you who wanted some crab apple jelly, blackberry jelly, various chutneys etc etc, should have said so earlier.
And, as always, there was a leftover something which isn’t quite mouldy but then again I was not sure it could or should survive….
And then there was the washing out the fridge drawers, one slimey with the remains of a decomposing cucumber – just the one, before you get all sniffy.
It took pretty much all afternoon.

So, pleased with all I have done, I decide to work out how Dropbox works, to sort out the problems I have with NatWest online, chase an outstanding invoice, plan a Serve Food For Syria evening, do a TripAdvisor review for the very nice hotel we stayed in in Fayence, Provence ( for one night, I hasten to add), sort out someone to cut the high hedges, source soil for a raised bed, chase both those designers for different reasons – and book a walk with a good friend to sort out what to do with our lives……
There was me thinking that life without visitors would be all lying around watching telly and reading Nietzsche.
