Typing in notepad because blogger is down for maintenance – pah!
Nancy’s cold has turned out to be tonsillitis. You’d think, because she is unable to talk, that things would be a lot more relaxed around the Hardly haus. Unfortunately, this is not the case. There is much clicking of fingers to summons me and much note writing. Unlike her younger siblings, she is quite the tyrannical one when ill. I blame the hair.
Over the long weekend, despite Fenton and I also feeling quite poorly (no danger of me coming down with tonsillitis, because I am of the generation where tonsils were ripped out at the first sign of trouble), our intent was to escape the Hardly haus as much as possible. But it is disgustingly hot here – currently 33oC (91.4oF) at 4pm, and who would want to venture out in that? So we’ve largely been confined to the house, making jelly for she-who-must-be-obeyed, fetching all manner of things for she-who-must-be-obeyed and generally hanging about doing not a lot.
In other glued to the teev news, like the lovely James, I’m a sucker for witty repartee, so when he posted about The Thin Man, despite having absolutely no knowledge of it (to my shame), I knew I had to get my hands on a copy. Fenton and I watched it on Saturday evening and I’m pleased to report it was every bit as gloriously wacky as I had hoped. Now I must have more Nick and Nora (hopefully Fenton can pick me up the next one or two when he jets off to San Jose next weekend).