Diaries of a house wife

I’m feeling better. Isn’t it remarkable how quickly the old fashioned things work: rest, plenty of juice and water, Murder, She Wrote… OK so there’s less medical evidence for the last one but I swear by it…

Today I’m going to try and do some housework. I made a start on being a good housewife yesterday by making apple muffins for my beloved’s breakfast this morning and then puff pastries with squash, organic bacon, sage, salt and pepper with rice and vegetables. Very delicious and I was immensely pleased with myself. But today there’s tidying and laundry to do and despite having a large kitchen the washing up is threatening to spill out into the hall...

Tomorrow it’s off to Cornwall. There’s been severe weather warnings issued across the country, which is a little worrying. Hopefully it misses us but better pack the wet weather gear!

My hat

The missus just made pancakes with fresh (British) strawberries and bananas with maple syrup. Yum... two cups of coffee and some freshly squeezed orange juice later, I'm ready for my day. Which includes, as loyal readers will know, a trip to homobase for window boxes and now, buying a £150 tent for our trip next weekend and all subsequent camping thereafter. It's not that we're being flash - our current tent is fine - but I need one I can stand up in. You try (on dodgy knees) crouching, getting dressed and keeping your balance...

Our trip to the literary festival in Cornwall next weekend will see the re-emergence of my hat. I'm surprised I haven't blogged about my hat previously. It's very special. And indeed, I look very special when I wear it. I bought it at the Outsider festival, it's a hat with a brim and is completely and utterly waterproof. I wore it and didn't even realise it was raining after a while except of course that I was sinking into the mud and the rest of me was drenched through to bone... apart from that though...

When I first tried it on my partner laughed and I got a bit cross but the woman selling the hat lent me her compact mirror and frankly, I thought I looked OK, quite dashing in an outdoorsy sort of way. So I bought it, and it became my very loyal companion. You can stuff it in your pocket, scrunch it into your bag or indeed, wear it on your head. It's fantastic and was what stood between me and influenza. So I will be taking my hat to Cornwall. It's not that I want it to rain - I just want to be prepared. People may laugh at me but I will be forever dry and just that bit warmer... whose your hat daddy?!

Probably the best holiday destination in the world...

I’ve noticed I’m getting a lot of international readers so hello to you. I do realise you haven’t actively sought my insightful commentary and topical humour, you’ve just sort of tripped over me like a bag left lying in the middle of a very long corridor, but welcome anyway. Please do come back because you make me look popular.

I’m off to a literary festival in Cornwall in July which is very exciting – I am toying with the idea of just happening to have several copies of several books on me at all times. But I think the whole thing will be very lovely and quite gentle. For those of us whose mosh pit days are well and truly behind us, it’s a far more appropriate way of enjoying the festival experience. And of course, Scotland is just around the corner. Made all the more exciting by the fact that we’re talked about possibly moving there…

I’m also hoping to take my partner to the Isles of Scilly at the end of the year for our anniversary so we are well and truly flying the flag for the UK this year. It’s great! And again for the benefit of our international friends, the UK is very beautiful and you must all visit. I’ll even meet you off the plane*.

It’s only 11:12 and already I’m desperate to eat my lunch. Hanging out till midday is going to require every ounce of self-control I have. Maybe if I did some more work it would take my mind off food… 11:16… just 44 minutes to go…

* I probably won’t. Sorry.