Life in Blighty

I didn't realise how long it's been since I last blogged. Slightly different surroundings today from my last post: I'm in Pickle's old nursery which has now been transformed into a study.

Yup, we are back in Blighty and I hope one day to finally finish the unpacking.

The kids are at their new school; Pickle has his first electric guitar lesson today. He was inspired to take it up after the success of some friends of his in the school Talent Show in Budapest. I have a feeling once he's learned the chords to Seven Nation Army by White Stripes he's gonna give up. I just hope he makes it to the lesson. The school is more than double the size of his old one so no chance of the teacher coming to fetch him (which was always fun to watch when he had recorder lessons in Budapest, the lovely lady would always end up cross and frustrated in my classroom demanding to know where he was each week.) He flatly refused to let me biro it on his hand so I have written a reminder on his locker key which is on a string round his neck and I'm hoping for the best.

Poppet has given up piano now I've shelled out for one, and taken up singing instead, inspired by her obsession with the X Factor (which we can now watch!) She's already lined up Adele's 'Rolling in the Deep' for the Talent Show but she's still not sure what to sing when she enters the X Factor herself :-)

Tiggy and Lucky are back with us. It was a strange couple of months with no animals although the kids did their best to fill in. Tiggy has a new walking routine in lovely English countryside with no risk of deadly tick bites, hurrah! We drop the kids at school then pop over to Windsor Great Park to do her morning dump on the Queen's doorstep, cheers Ma'am. Tiggy loves the place, it is a regular doggy club there each morning with loads of furry butts to sniff. Failing that there is squirrel hunting, which she is rubbish at but loves to try. She just can't understand how the squirrel manages to get into the nearest tree before she reaches it, no matter how fast she runs. Personally I'm hoping she'll switch to pheasant chasing, I'm sure I can make a much more exciting stew out of that than some fluffy tailed, twitchy nosed rodent. The feathers would be handy too. (I am kidding you know.)

Anyway, today I will be mostly doing laundry, cleaning and cooking, like most other days now I am a housewife again (yawn). But I promise if anything exciting happens you'll be the first to know.

Big ones to all the peeps I left behind in Hungary and France. Miss you xx