Sloan alone

I have been meaning to post for days.

First of all the festive season got in the way. There were family members draped over every bit of furniture that we have and our perfectly big enough 3 bed cottage was suddenly straining at the seams. Then they all left leaving sleep deprivation and a slight dependence on advocaat in their wake, not to mention all the bed linen, bath towels and general returning the cottage to the way it should be.

Then came New Year. No resolutions made by me because they would only even last until about midday on 1 January! But there was a cracking good time at our first murder mystery dinner. I am still in shock that Ju La next door was not only my mother but the murderer, zut allors!

Then there was a little week away with himself to sleep, relax, eat yet more delish nosh and catch up with some friends.

And now, well life is certainly different that it for sure. Toby started as a full time student last week at London Business School and spent a night staying at his mother's and the other two nights getting the last train home. So we managed about three words of conversation all week until he got home on Friday night. I had got out of the habit of cooking for one, and most nights I was alone (or Sloan alone I like to call it, his course has some mouthful of a title called The Sloan Fellowship in Leadership and Strategy. Give me learn to knit any day of the week!) and ended up sharing my bed with Rex and Rufus. I know, I know, they should be downstairs, but sometimes a girl needs some company and even doggie company is good enough sometimes.