Cracked It?

Well, I was going to write about my perfect moment as follows:

Wow! Wow! Wow!  I am reclining here in the dark on my newly-oiled teak sun-lounger, with a full moon gazing down upon me through the gap in the trees, picking on Lidl's 70% cocoa solids dark chocolate with raspberries, enjoying a fag, and a chilled glass of Naked Wine's Mar del Sur; while Revered Son lies back in the hot tub before me, reading a dodgy-looking novel called 'The Vincent Boys', illuminated occasionally by flashing  blue, orange and blood red strobe lights; his tea, lap-top and i-pod next to him, positioned on the shelf by his head,  playing music, some of which I know and actually quite like,as the smell of honeysuckle permeates through to us both.

The house is clean and tidy, the lawn and patio immaculate, the tubs of flowers and herbs still alive, my pots of cooking oil, beverages, preserves, tins of baked beans, herbs and spices all in their neat OCD rows, everything just as I want it, awaiting the arrival of my guests on Saturday, while we catch EasyJet to Pisa and drive on to Sienna, to stay in a luxury pad even lovelier than ours, to relax for a week with 14 other members of the immediate family, courtesy my lovely sister.

Tomorrow the window cleaner, telly man, hot tub man, and my 'Mr Fixit Team' arrive to finish everything off, while I live up to my new persona of 'Mad Mower of the Moor'.

I've just received a B&B booking for two rooms for mid-August for a couple of nights from a German family.  We've arrived.  We're going to be OK.  And the unforeseen bonus is that this holiday lettings/B&B thing means that you can spend time and money making your home really nice, just as you'd always hoped it might be, guilt-free - and get paid for the privilege.  Bingo! All is right in my world.

But.  It has taken 45 minutes for my i-pad not to log on to this site, so I've had to come indoors two floors up to my normal computer, which still took another 20 minutes to work, we are so far from a proper broadband connection, and it is now well past bedtime at one o'clock in the morning, so I am in a bait.