My diary says it is June

When I woke this morning I thought I was back on one of those wonderful family holidays in Cornwall.  The rain was crashing against the windows, trees were bent low in the fierce wind and leaves and branches were scattered around the garden and roads.

Fond memories of walks along Carne beach in our pac-a-macs, rain dripping from our eyelashes, eating ice-creams at lightening speed to stop them from being blown away by the wind, but oh the utter joy and happiness when the sun did come out.  It was delightful, and there was nothing better than enjoying an indulgent cream tea with lashings of clotted cream, next to the swimming pool at the Nare Hotel.


I did three separate 'taxi' runs to the station before 8am, just to make sure my family started their journey with dry feet and a decent hairstyle.  Do you think they appreciate?  Do they notice when the empty honey jar is replaced, the almost finished soap is suddenly renewed, and my psychic powers tell me that the stock of toilet rolls in the family bathroom is low?  I do draw the line at providing a complete laundry service and putting away their clean washing, I just return a neat pile ready for them to iron and put away.


Of course they appreciate, it's just been a busy morning and it didn't help that I decided my fringe was too long and I took the dressmaking scissors to it!  Not a good idea to start the day!