Just as Autumn brings russet red and yellow colours to the countryside and cooler winds start to blow, I suppose it is inevitable that it brings in changes elsewhere too. As we all begin to poke our heads out of the Covid bubble, the world beyond and plans for the future bring excitement to some and ‘head over heart’ decisions for others.
Mumo finally moved back into the main house this week after Lord knows how many months camping out in my spare room. It feels very strange to have my little abode all to myself again, although it was comforting to have the woofers in my room for a change – apparently Mumo’s bed was more inviting. Mind you, it won’t be long before they disappear again, my bestie Irene is finally coming next week for a bit of R&R French-style and I’m not sure the spare room door closes properly.
Mumo wasn’t the only one to move out this week, my nephew Max decided the time had come for him to spread his wings and he won’t be the only one. Just I selfishly though Callum might want to settle here, he threw me a curveball – he’s going to fly off too. I know one has to do the right thing by one’s child and let them follow their dreams but New Zealand? You can imagine the conversation. Of course he should travel and see the world whilst he’s young and Tony loved NZ but does he have to start so far away? At least he’s applying for carpentry jobs first, apparently there is shortage there (and everywhere else Callum!) as I really don’t like the idea of back-packing. Bless Max who always tries to see things in a positive light, “you see Aunty Sophi, if that’s the furthest place then everywhere he goes from then on will be closer to you”. Have fun in Jordan my darling nephew.
Not everyone is leaving though, we had a short visit from Simon and Alba (my sister-in-law). I haven’t seen Alba for a couple of years so after a scrumptious meal at a local restaurant, we sat at my bar table chatting over wine and Limoncello until the early hours about everything and anything. It’s the first time that section of the my house has ever had company and thoroughly enjoyable it was too, I don’t think my head thanked me for it though.
Darling Denis is finally back so the grounds have had a major haircut and plans for the pool landscaping have been discussed and agreed on. Since the bloody thing has taken up so much space in the garden, I am going to move the potager into the courtyard instead. The woofers were thrilled to have their friend back – they get very bored with just me. I booked Alice in for her spay next week, I can’t help but feel a little sad about it but I definitely don’t want to do the puppy thing again. She has been an amazing mother and she still has her ‘not so small’ son here who definitely isn’t making any plans…..
“Parents can only give good advice or put them on the right paths, but the final forming of a person’s character lies in their own hands.” (Anne Frank)
Widow plus woofs 