Well, apart from a ride in the sunshine with Clucky, which was lovely, it's been a bit of a fucker of a day here. OH had a really cool idea about getting me a good night's sleep. So, without going into it in too much boring detail, now we are ALL knackered in the Box household, not just me. And we had to have a bit of a chat about what constitutes controlled crying and what is just leaving the baby to cry, before agreeing that I do NOT want controlled crying of any kind doing with my children.
Then I got an email from the village hall committee banging on and on about me switching the heating off in the hall for the toddlers group. Well, we have busy little children running around and don't happen to like it furnace-hot! I mentioned it later while taking TT to a party to some of the other mothers and they went 'oooh, I bet it was that bloody cold-hearted ballet woman who complained.' 10 out of 10!
When I got back from the party I got the shock of my life - ma Jennie had cleared out the stable and tackroom and done a runner with the racehorse. At least she has paid for him, but it was a bit of a surprise nontheless. (Scuttles off to count the cash!) She actually checked with me this morning when I would be out so she could skulk off without scrutiny, and she has been so reliable for 18 months I didn't realise she what she was planning.
Finally it turns out my name was the latest on the list of people to hold a witch hunt against at the hunt. Well, it is true there were very few names left on the list after they kicked the rest of them out, so they had to get their sport some other way. They can fuck off, the lot of them. I'll give another hunt my hard earned readies next year.
There. I probably deserved all that for gloating about a holiday.