Sparkly and Bright

Another rather relaxing weekend has been and gone.  I’ve no complaints as I remember last year, towards the end of it, I barely had time to turn around.  If, for the next few weekends I find the time to relax occasionally,  to sit and contemplate what is next, then I won’t complain.

My favourite daughter has been ill this weekend, the poor mite is plagued by colds lately, one after another and they always seem to fell her.

My husband was looking at her yesterday and he commented on how poorly she looked.  He felt her brow and sent me upstairs for a blanket.  He tucked it around her as she lay on the sofa not complaining.

We have two two-seater sofas in our big sitting room and a chair.  It does seem strange to lay claim to a seat but we have.  I have the two-seater facing the fire and my husband has the two-seater facing the tv.  The chair has no main claimant, it just belongs to whichever spare child we have with us but to be honest my husband and I are no longer considered hip or cool when it comes to holding their attention for any length of time which would be worth ’sitting’ for!   If ever we were lucky enough to have both children in the room with us for any length of time then the chair is there for one and my husband gives up half of the two seater.  Would I share my seat?  I suppose if I had to I would but my kids know me as a crazy space freak so they wouldn’t encroach if they could avoid it!

So with his daughter tucked in and looking rather cosy my husband made his way to the kitchen.

“Pardon?” I said.  Sure I heard muttering.

“I said that she needn’t think she’s lying there all night, I don’t care how sick she is!”

I couldn’t stop laughing, my eyes were filled with tears as my husband turned tail and headed back to the ’sick-bay’ cooing and fussing over the little one.

Other than nursing my girl I didn’t really do much, I shopped and cleaned as usual.  I did have a moment on Sunday morning when my brain seemed to over-rule my common sense and before I could turn away I had all of the vertical blinds down.  Now take note if you are a neat-freak as I am.

All the plastic bits need to be kept safe, put them in a large bowl of boiling water and vinegar and leave for a while.  The actual blinds themselves need to be gathered together and rather than actually ‘folding them’ so the edges can be used as weapons, just loop it around in a figure-eight, bending rather than folding and place in a white or cream pillow case.  Fold the flappy bit over to make sure they all stay in.  Place the filled pillowcase into an empty washer and set to run on a 30 degree wash. 

I was feeling less than confident at this point and I must admit I had an urge to check the washing machine every two or three minutes.  I had envisaged something that resembled a huge paper-mache model greeting me when I eventually took the pillowcase out but I needn’t have worried.  They hung beautifully and I was so pleased with the result.  As well as being surprised…  I seemed to even get the cleaning technique on the windows perfect too as my son said they looked as though they had no glass in them! No glass! That means no smears, how refreshing that was as they usually look as though I have cleaned them with the unique method of dragging a dead cat around them.

What else?

Oh I polished my apples.

and I treated myself to some Cappacino Kit Kats! )

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