It has been a beautiful spring day here, so the fact that the heating has died again didn’t become apparent until I dipped my toe in the nice, hot bath I had run and found it to be about as warm as a polar bear’s backside. By this time I simply laughed. It went along with the rest.
The computer has died every few seconds today and I have lost more work than I have managed to do. My email has been hacked yet again, in spite of the clean-up I’ve done the past couple of days and the dog has consequently increased her vernacular vocabulary quite substantially… and has spent much of the afternoon hiding under the table.
Then the village shop had closed while I was taking a call… which would not usually be a problem, but I had no butter. And, as the cupboards had revealed that I was having toast for dinner anyway unless I made it to the shop, this turned out to be a bit of a blow. The last of the cereal had gone, so there wasn’t that to fall back on either.
The dog got most of the cheese as it had curled up a bit round the edges. She didn’t mind. And the crackers were not what I really fancied either… especially not with reading about home-made lasagne and wine…
I really should have done some shopping of some description. I’d been to the shop in town early this morning after all… I was quite proud of myself for being so organised and had bought the dog’s dinner before breakfast. As usual, I didn’t consider the practicalities of feeding me.
There are a few factors at work there. Partly it is because I have always had a couple of weeks’ worth of ingredients in my cupboards… you just never know, when the family is still at home, how many you will be feeding. You just know that whatever is in the cupboards will miraculously disappear anyway. I can’t seem to get the hang of not having stuff in to play with in the kitchen. That, and the fact that this cooking for one business doesn’t cut it for me anyway.
It isn’t that I don’t cook… every day I prepare three meals for my son; sometimes just for him, but I cook for ‘lads night’ too, and there the culinary magic that delights me happens. There really is no fun in cooking unless you are going to share. It is one of those things you do for others and the dog has no real appreciation of haute cuisine.
On the other hand, it is spring and it is impossible to stay frazzled when the trees are unfurling their leaves, the birds and squirrels are dashing about and the hawks are soaring overhead. The sunlight is painting rainbows on the starlings. There are butterflies everywhere again and if my little garden is a mess, it is because sparrows are nesting all over it and I don’t want to disturb them. The garden can wait.
And I managed to fulfil a lifetime’s dream too. “You don’t think big, do you?” asked my son as he watched the grinning hobbit on his doorstep. Sometimes you don’t need to. The little things in life can bring delight to any day… and I had watched the sleepy creature crawl into the shade of a frosty morning and slowly wake. So, with a gentle finger, I stroked the furry little body of a bumblebee. Does a day need anything more?