Busy Bee

Some of you readers have been commenting that I've gone a bit quiet lately.

"Cat got your tongue?" one of you sweetly enquired the other day.

Well I've been busy.  It was August.

On a couple of occasions I found myself serving seven people seven different things for breakfast, all at the same time.  This made me sweat.  And won't be too attractive on telly, if Four in a Bed come here replete with their full complement of B&B guests.

Looking after so many people comprises a proper job.  Full time. It is more than just a laugh.  You are working and earning like a professional, and there isn't time or energy left for silly fripperies like entertaining myself and you lot with pointless babblings on the net.  Especially when you've got a sprained wrist from a surfeit of house-work.  That meant that I couldn't exercise my horses, work efficiently, type efficiently, or even indulge in playing myself meloncholic Chopin Nocturnes on my piano at the end of each evening. In fact the vague nagging pain made me feel a bit sick.

On top of which it rained every single day for the whole month.

My turkish tan has entirely disappeared, leaving white wrinkles in its place, and I'm fast losing my fitness too.

So I've booked a flight to Barcelona.  It was only £81 return!  I think another holiday will be just the thing.