No Routine?

We’re back from our much needed holiday, the laundry is all done and gradually things are getting back to what we laughingly call normal.

As I’ve mentioned before (ad nauseam?) 2012 was our annus horribilis, but there are lulls in even the roughest storm.

The day before Fester’s brother’s funeral was Thunder Thursday; the afternoon when there was literally a cloudburst over Newcastle. 

Fortunately the boys were back home from school when it started.    

Every underpass on the Coast Road became a swimming pool, diverting all the rush hour traffic up the feeder roads.  

When I went to fuel up the car that evening for the trip to Sheffield it took a few minutes to drive the mile to Sainsbury’s and three quarters of an hour to get back.

I hadn’t taken my phone so couldn’t let the boys know what was happening.   

I needn’t have worried as they hadn’t even noticed I was out.

The day of the funeral Will Fixit decided to replace the wooden beam between the back and front rooms (knocked together by a previous occupant) with a steel one.   

I left the house in its usual none too tidy state and returned to plaster dust everywhere and an arch topped by a beam, brickwork up to the ceiling and an unperturbed Ferretfingers watching the telly.

4 July 2012 at 09:40

Having a very odd week.   

Ferretfingers at Keswick (with college).   

Thunderthighs' school flooded out.  

Fester not able to do fieldwork at Nafferton Farm because it's too wet.   

No reason to get up and house too quiet.  

Except of course when/that it's totally disrupted by building work.  

You don't know you've got a routine until it vanishes!