This morning I should have been going to the hairdressers but it is pouring down here and if I had the car Ian would have to go to work on his motorbike. So here I am, hair needing attention. I am now supposed to go into overdrive cleaning and shining the house as younger daughter is hosting a hen weekend here for her best friend. Since it includes a new mother and her ten week old baby I think it is unlikely to be riotous. All the girls who we have met, more than half of them, are lovely and pretty sensible so I don't think they will be in gorillagram territory.
I am so hoping the sun will shine. At the moment we are in a very wet cloud and this place responds powerfully to sunshine. Just now I would imagine that nine city girls will think it is a god forsaken windswept nightmare. When the sun shines it looks like paradise on earth.
So M has gone off shopping with a mega list to begin a marathon cook in. She is so organised you would not believe: lists for this and lists for that and timetables and schedules. When I had my 50th birthday she catered for two meals for 50 people so this should be a breeze. She is so talented and I am so proud of her.
I am going to remove all the piles of things awaiting attention - photo frames waiting for photos, material waiting to be turned into cushion covers, papers waiting to be filed, recipes waiting to be cooked, gardening books that I am in the middle of consulting (just the eight of those), washing waiting to go in the machine, ironing waiting to be done. What is it with all this stuff, all the lovely detritus of living, hanging around waiting for people to bring it to life?
So must go and get sorting and polishing! Have a good day.