Guess what I was doing at 7.30 this morning? Frantically looking for scraps of paper or card on which to write Raj's party invitations. As we're away for the next three days he wanted to give them out this afternoon (his party being in nineteen days time).
Of course, the plan was for him to do them yesterday afternoon but we had friends over for an early supper and I only remembered as I tumbled out of bed this morning. Bleary eyed I couldn't find anything suitable to write on and in the end I went for my handwriting on brown luggage labels:
I stamped the other side with each child's name and they looked passable. Then you can imagine there was a lot of shouting to get the children out of bed and downstairs and out of the house in thirty minutes. I wish I could say that a happy Raj pulled them out of his bag and handed them out later on but the truth is that I LEFT THEM ON THE BLOODY KITCHEN TABLE and as I won't be going back to school later I was mighty p.....d off I can tell you. All that rushing for nothing.
Still it beats what I was doing at 7.30 yesterday morning which was lying in bed and listening to poor old Tom having a bout of anxiety. It went a bit like this:
Why am I giving up journalism. A great job on a national newspaper. Why are we leaving such a great community. Look how much we've done to our house and someone else is going to enjoy it. What if it doesn't work out. What if we don't like it down there ................and you can imagine the rest.
Poor Tom he really does not like change and he always says that if it weren't for me he'd still be living in a flat in London. Anyway, I managed to calm him down with words like:
Just think you'll be home every night and no more b&b's in London. It's a great company and look at all the perks like bonuses, life insurance, pension, relocation. If there's no chance of promotion at the newspaper (because you live too far away to do a full week and would hate the hours anyway) what's the point of staying as a reporter for the next x number of years. We'll be able to go to Europe/the coast/London more easily. Amber needs to go to a bigger school and so it went on until I realised we had half an hour before we left for school and I had to get the children up ...........
As you can see I don't have a problem with change but he did set me off yesterday morning and I felt teary all day. It's a good job that I'm positive about this move because I do have to see all of my family through it. Amber's anxious that no-one will like her - to which I respond with a don't be so ridiculous (probably not the most comforting of words) and Rohan announced yesterday that we ought to stay here and not take such a big risk as moving to a new place and new school. To which I heard Amber say - don't be so ridiculous!
It's fun times here.
Anyway, I wanted to show you what we had for supper last night:
it's a sort of Chicken Cassoulet (sorry for the bad pic) and to make enough for five/six you need the requisite amount of chicken thighs (one each for children perhaps and two for adults).
Dust them with paprika and fry in a pan to brown with about 5 cloves of garlic left in their skins. Remove to a casserole. Add sliced carrots and about half a pound of haricot beans soaked overnight. Season and pour over about half a pint of stock. Cover with a lid and cook at Gas mark 5 until the chicken is cooked. There might be too much liquid in which case put the casserole on the gas and reduce a bit. Before serving squidge all that yummy garlic out of it's case and mix into the sauce. Serve with mash.
Next day you can have any left over beans and carrots for lunch:
followed by last night's lemon meringue pie:
I can handle anything after a slice of that.
I meant to tell you that we've decided to have a Ceilidh after all on Sunday 17th - it seemed the best way to have lots of people together and the most fun. As Julie said in an email what does the cost matter as long as you have the memories. So we've hired the folksy local band, everyone is bringing food and drink, friends are decorating the hall and other's will help organise food on the night and tidy up after. I'm so pleased ..........