Saturday night

We're home alone, we've been out to afternoon tea, we're back, the boy fed and Dirk retreats to give him his bottle.  Having busied myself in the kitchen, washing up, cleaning surfaces and having a general tidy-up, I make my beloved a cup to tea and find this.  Dirk has, as with many things he does, ensured the job is done as well as can possibly be, the boy must get to sleep, and if that means having a lie-down as well, then duty must be done.  And of course, I couldn't resist a picture. 

And therefore, here we are, our first night alone for weeks and.... my husband falls asleep.  To give him his due, life is a little stressful, the parents-in-law are off for a second operation on a hip after the first operation didn't work, cattle are within inches of being purchased and there's ALOT to do before they arrive, and there is a myriad of staff issues.  Plus a wife who get's a little more homesick than we thought she would.  

Therefore, I'm enjoying my evening, bath, tea, great book - and, to top it all it's cool enough to warrant a jumper, a lovely jumper that envelopes you and makes you feel all warm and cosy.  Last night we were treated to an amazing lightening show with thunder rolling in the background.  We got power back sometime late morning and since then it's been far cooler.  The boy even had cold feet at the afternoon tea - I pointed out to someone that it was important for him to retain his English routes and learn that being cold from time to time is a fact of life. Maybe I should find otherwise for him to feel British than his wellbeing.