One of my naughtier neices took this photo of me when I was deeply engrossed in the Tory and Labour Leadership Shindigs, and just to prove my lack of personal vanity I'm posting it here, albeit with a modicum of nervous embarrassment but, come on, it's not so bad really!
Our Holiday House was chosen for it's size and accessibility, it manages to cater for a lot of us at peak periods and is close enough to the village shop for essentials (alcohol and ciggies, for me and my ilk; and sweeties for the kids) and I can comfortably walk there and back in about 25 minutes - some of the younger ones actually include it as part of their jogging or running programme! Anyone who knows me knows I do neither of these two strange forms of behaviour, though I have been known to put on a spurt when trying to catch a bus or train. As you probably know, our household is almost exclusively female, though there is a small annexe for Goldy and Gordon when they come. All they have to do is move out the lawnmower and rolls of hoses and use the foot pump for an airbed. It may sound basic, but they are used to stake-outs in less salubrious locations, so they manage fine and I don't think either of them is arachnaphobic, at least, not too much! And if the roof leaks (though we have had hardly any rain this summer - so far) we can always squeeze them under the stairs with the kids toys and the cats. Isa went out for eggs and came back with a hen and a small herd of cows, and as no-one had the nerve to do anything lethal to the hen, it was sent back - along with the cows. None of us are actually vegetarian, but we prefer others to do the dirty work for us, though I think Isa was getting a bit irritated with the hen giving her the Evil Eye!
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