Pot Pourri

It was hard getting up for work at 6.30am this morning, but at least we had kept the fire in all night so the boat was warm.

I was driving to work and the sunrise over the hills was georgous. The trouble was, I wanted to be 'out there', not in a car on the motorway! I sometimes think that I chose the wrong profession. My work requires that I stay indoors for long periods, but really all I want to be is outside! It is particularly bad on a Monday because I am in a windowless room all day, I don't even know what the weather is like outside!

When I arrived back at the boat this evening, I was met by a georgous smell. I didn't know what it was, but it smelt homely and fresh. On Saturday, our walk had passed through the Whinlatter Forest and I had picked up some damp pine cones, knowing that when they are dry they open out and look very pretty. P had found them discarded in my boot bag and had put them on the fire to dry and they had created this lovely smell, just like having a bowl of pot pourri.

Work again tomorrow and then a busy few days. Our youngest son is 21 next week and we are having a couple of celebrations, starting with a visit to the cinema on Thursday and a meal afterwards. The weekend is taken up with seeing him and our other son. On Friday T, Jack's owner is starring in a local play as part of her final exams (drama student), so we are going to see her.

Quite a busy few days, but pleasantly so.

Bye for now

Al