I must have had food on my mind when I peeked into Shifty Gnome’s blog this morning. Why else would I have mistaken a pic of his brain for a pork pie? http://www.wibsite.com/wiblog/TheShiftyGnome/ There is a strange logic in this, however, as when I logged on, I’d just finished texting Ms Miffy the direction to Sally Lunns in Bath. She should be well on her way there now. ‘There’ being an open day at Bath Spa university. Offspring is thus armed with a long list of places to see: Sally Lunns as mentioned, the man who sells monkeys (??), the fudge shop, and the Teddy Bear shop. Oh, and something about seeing round the University art dept!
Miffdog took a tour round the garden earlier. We’ve light sprinkling of snow here. How long it stays is anybody’s guess. Strange in that that we’ve had two mornings when it’s actually been far colder mid morning than when I set off across town at 5 a.m. This isn’t the world’s most pleasant experience, although it’s interesting to see who else is up and about at that ungodly hour. At present mostly some of the folk refitting a department store in the shopping centre and a lone Biffa chappie whizzing round on one of those street cleaning thingies. Far more bearable is the return journey, wide awake and usually on an adrenalin rush. As I come down the hill and into the edge of the shopping area, I cast envious glances through the windows of one of the hotels where well fed looking executives are tucking into their full English breakfast.
Mr Miff has booked his time off work in May/June for his Tour de France shadowing attempt. I shall be in residence here at Maison Miffy of course, in order to supervise little Miffy over that crucial GCSE exam period.
The other half is eschewing modern technology for this ride. He doesn’t intend to be forever popping into internet cafes; a true ‘get away from it all’ time. Although he has consented to take his mobile phone with him so that we can keep in touch. I was wondering if maybe I could take on the role of anammusi….anamsuesis….you know, and start some kind of travel blog over the period. To his great joy, he’s also found that his time away clashes with the World Cup. That solves the problem of what to do in the evenings. Pure genius! And to my great joy, might I add. For the first time in living memory World Cup fever will not be infecting our household!
Right. The sun’s coming out. I think a little walk with Miffdog is in order.