A WEEKEND IN THE COUNTRY

Always a lovely tonic going to see my country mouse friend for a lovely relaxed weekend in the country to catch up with old friends. The problem is that as I get older I am becoming not only more urban, but more cantankerous. I bring my own wine now and insist on drinking it – because frankly I’m too old to not drink wine that is precisely to my taste – which is probably very rude…but life’s too short to care and anyway it means there’s more of their favourite wine for them so frankly (hopefully) it’s a win win situation.

I was asked to admit in public today that I am possibly the only “mummy blogger” who doesn’t own a pair of Hunter wellies. Or indeed any wellies at all, which at my age I am quite proud of. It is only on a few very rare occasions that I have needed them, I don’t own a dog and living in the ‘burbs means there’s not a lot of mud to contend with. Yesterday, our country walk was an exception and frankly my Timberlands failed to live up to the job. It was SO muddy that my feet completely sank and I needed two members of the party to hold both my hands and walk me through the squelch. “She had a mud tantrum” said my friend when we got home…..”and then she got a bit traumatised because there were some horses in the field”.

Oh dear.

I just don’t do country living well. I am a city mouse. I need bright lights and noise and lots of other people. What could be therefore better than having the opportunity to get a quick fix of proper lifestyle country living every so often.

Here is a quick fix for you:-

Our welcome lemon drizzle cake, baked by her gorgeous daughter:-