So, Friday morning….one week until the big day. The house is
starting to look quite bare, and there seems to be a constant stream of people
arriving to buy various things (I hope I'm not on the list of things for
sale!?) Anne and Marc are very busy every day, what with the visits to the
library for an internet connection, and trips to the tip with yet another
carload of things to throw away. They seem to spend a lot of time looking for
someone called Alan Key – I don’t know who this is, but there seems to be more
than one of them (big Alan Key, medium Alan Key and small Alan Key) Whichever one they find
never seems to be the right one. They must be important though, because they
are definitely coming in the car with us on the big day.
Evenings however are
another matter. Much Scrabble has been played, and honours are more or
less even (should anyone be keeping a tally). The evening meal is followed by a
roaring log fire and some DVDs. The Killing and Spiral were immensely enjoyable,
and I thought Hugo was a lovely film. The last couple of evenings’ fare have
been a bit darker – Inglorious Basterds was rather gory, and The Boy in the
Striped Pyjamas was really sad – I have to be careful not to shed a tear as I
rust very easily.
They've acquired these wretched gnomes from somewhere and we
definitely haven’t got off to a happy start – so far,Mr Green is the most
suspicious, constantly taunting me when their backs are turned. His three
friends (Mr Black, Mr Yellow and Mr Red) always deny seeing or hearing
anything, and now I can’t get ”stuck in the middle with you” out of my head.
Thank goodness I don’t have any actual ears to worry about.