Yo-ho-ho. Don’t you hate chest infections? I’m coughing up all manner of green stuff that should, frankly, be in a horror movie. I’ve had it for a week and whilst it’s not tying me to our new bed (in our new house), it’s taken the wind out of my sails – which isn’t great for Christmas. C, bless her, is full of the joys of Spring and looking after me better than I deserve.
We have decided that the house is going to be small, but fine. It has, as most houses do, everything we need. Any more space would do two things: incline us to fill it with stuff we don’t need; ensure that we have have to clean and maintain it. That’s what happens. There must be a law named after it, I dunno, the ‘law of expanding rooms, stuff and responsibility’. Or similar. Of course, in an ideal world you would have your big house when you were young and needed to lose the children in a wing for an afternoon – and then downsize to a shoe box, so you can worry less about maintenance and get out more. Unfortunately, life’s not like that…
Well, I must go and cough some more. Hopefully I’ll get rid of this blooming thing before we hit the slopes.
The slopes. Mmmmm – there’s a thought.
Happy Christmas to all of you.