Happiness
The poultry palace is graced once again with five princesses. Favourite Handyman cooked brocolli, sausages and potatoes for dinner. Brighid ate all of her dinner without a single complaint. Fionn got a voucher at league for doing a fabulous tackle and a big wound on his knee at the aftermatch function when he took a leap in the dark and landed on concrete instead of muddy grass. Despite wailing and gnashing his teeth as I cleaned the wound, and requesting bandages, it does appear that his knee will be perfectly fine in a week or so. It was worth it for him anyway, as he got a bottle of coca cola, illicit stuff in our house. Geraldine Brooks' novel, March , is fantastic. Gripping, rivetting, etc. The local garden nursery has little plants of snowdrops. It's hard to get these as bulbs, so buying them this more expensive way is better than missing out entirely. I bought and planted one today, and may well sneak back for more this week. It has been a wonderful fortnight, full