Readers of our previous blog will remember just how abruptly our lives changed on this very day last year. Now here we are a year on marvelling at our new life and being overwhelmingly grateful to be alive and to have each other. For the friends staying with us, ourselves and the two boyz it could all have been so different.Time is a great healer.
Thursday, April 8, 2010
One year on. Time to be grateful.
Work on restoring the rickety old farmhouse seems to have come to an unscheduled halt. The joiners, the plumber, the tilers, the electrician and the roofer have all failed to reappear. A series of phone calls failed to establish where they were or when they will return. As a result the house was serenely quiet - too serenely quiet. In the absence of any tradesmen to herd or corral Wilf and Digby settled down in the kitchen to observe lunch being prepared - their 'ever hopeful' faces turned to the chef . They then moved to the courtyard for a serious afternoon nap. The two of them slumbered on the cool gravel oblivious to the gentle mooing of the cows on the other side of the lane.