Leaving on a Wet Plane

Last full day in the house for a month or so. Tomorrow we're off up north to look again at one of the houses on the shortlist, then off to London on Friday and Scotland on Sunday (with hopes of a slight thaw so we can actually get there).

It's pouring, as you can see, and this is my standard shot of our lunch table on the terrace on a rainy door - taken from safely inside the kitchen. I know I'm a bit cheeky to be complaining about a bit of rain when most of Britain seems at a standstill, but surely you will agree that the only thing worse than being stuck in with two kids because of the snow, is being stuck in with two kids because of the rain. Katherine seems to have been affected by the weather and the excitement of the trip and has (in Mr B's words) no brain at all today. A short exercise on measurement had her running off crying twice. It wasn't even that hard. So we've stopped and they're playing chess instead. Conor's writing is coming on well though, so that's something.

My melancholy mood at leaving the house is lightened somewhat by the delicious lemony glass of Spanish fizz that has just arrived at my desk. Our celebrations may be slightly muted, but they make up with length what they lack in fervour.

No blips for a while. See you in the snow zone.