This week was a trying week. Firstly, Finn and I were down with a horrible chesty cough-fever thing that resulted in us hacking up eggs benedict for the whole week…
And then the Irishman was out of action for what seemed like an eternity because he was busy spraying the vines (which had contracted downy mildew), and then he flew off to Singapore and HK on a whirlwind business trip….
So I am trying to focus on the positive. That despite the crazy thunderstorms of late, the garden is looking beautiful with all the purple and blue hydrangea blossoming…..
And one big thing to be thankful for: that after several horrendous nannies, our latest Nanny S, touch wood, is a dream. (Mark and I were watching Mad Men and actually screamed in horror simultaneously when Betty Draper fired her excellent nanny – “NOOOO! DON’T DO IT!!!! It’s SO hard to get good help!”)
Most weekday mornings, Nanny S drives a huge truck-thing up to my house, tosses the two squealing “rat-bags” (her nickname for them, not mine) into the car, drives off on wonderful excursions to markets, woods, farms and piers, does the shopping, takes the rubbish to the tip when Sean forgets to put the bins out, and manages to be an oasis of calm in the insanity of my household. I mean, the woman makes Mary Poppins look like she’s been sipping from the lazy cup.
AND Extra triple bonus points to Nanny S for cutting beautiful flowers from the garden when she’s out on walks with the kids and arranging them in vases when I’m too sick to crawl out of bed!
The cherry trees are finally ripening, yielding masses of tartly sweet fruit. I look forward to digging out piles of cookbooks soon to research cherry tart recipes…
I’m also thankful that the veggies that I planted in my first attempt at gardening actually survived…. The improbably tall ball-like thingies are actually garlic plants that have gone NUTS!
Best of all, I’m loving simple pleasures like picking raspberries and blackberries with the kids….
…finding the occasional little green caterpillar in your raspberry. Proof that it’s organic, see!
And sometimes the kids surprise me with random little incidents. Like the sharing a joke, almost like real siblings do… Would it be too much to hope that one day they would actually play together for longer than 3 minutes before some form of mutual clobbering?
Ok, that’s enough of being thankful. I’m off to drink honey & lemon tea and lie on the couch grumpily, hooked up to a drip of bad TV….