It’s all quiet on the western front this morning. This is for several reasons: my Mum flew home last night (having tidied my kitchen so it was unrecognisable and plying the children with early Easter eggs), #1 boarded at school after his second performance and is so tired and hoarse this morning that he can’t muster a word, and #2 is engrossed in his PS2 game. I’ve just battled my way through a large ironing pile and am just beginning to contemplate the horror of three weeks of school holidays. Lovely D from the cottage down the lane might well be my saviour in this department. He knocked on the door last night, initially to thank us for taking mad Holly for so many walks (I’m enjoying dog ownership by proxy: all the fun of walks, but no foot cleaning, feeding or vet’s bills - joy), but also mentioned that he’d just mown his bottom paddock and the boys are welcome to play in there whenever they want. The temptation of a huge flat piece of grass without massive ruts or cow poo prompted whoops of excitement, so I’m hoping the lovely weather will hold and they can run about and wear themselves out. I’ve dispensed the customary warnings about the stream along the bottom field; I walked near there yesterday and it seems to be quite fast flowing at the moment. That’s fine for the dog, who enjoys a bit of wading, but I don’t want any unsupervised paddling just in case (call me a killjoy but it gets quite deep in places).

The hares are fantastic at the moment. I didn’t realise that ‘mad as a March hare’ actually meant anything until we saw these nutters. They just run round and round the big field, playing tag, leaping over each other and generally behaving in a completely bonkers fashion. Hours of entertainment.

My lovely friend J sent me a picture of her new baby, M, this morning. He’s an absolute beauty and it made me sad to realise that he’s now about four months old and I haven’t even seen him. Maybe she could DHL him over so I could give him a quick cuddle?

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