Extra: Ordinary Moments
I'm still all about our lighting circuit. I had hoped that at least one honest-seeming electrician would poke at the rubber wiring and scoff at the very suggestion that it needed replaced but, sadly, that was not to be.
The quotes are painful. So painful. I mean, they're not as much as the new roof was and they're not quite as much as the new boiler was but it's a four figure sum. And not one which starts with a one.
On the bright side, a bit of financial fretting was the push we needed to sort out a better deal on our life insurance and for me to get a new bank account (quickly, while I could still tick "I earn a living" and "I have no dependants" on the application form).
We won't be re-carpeting the baby's room quite as soon as we had expected but that's okay - the projectile bodily fluids may as well land on something which is already stained.
Although Burns Night is technically tonight, we had our Burns Supper yesterday on the grounds that at least three out of the five people present would be consuming a little too much whisky for a Sunday evening.
Steve cooked up haggis (both meaty and veggie), mash (cheesy, oniony and neepy), stovies, sausages (for the one person who - until last night - thought she didn't like haggis) and oatcakes. Having learnt our lesson previously, we gave the cranachan a miss and made do with shortbread and ice cream for afters.
I've got to admit: neither Steve nor I paid any attention to Burns Night until a few years ago; it became A Thing in our household when we realised it was basically all about food.
Speaking of food, here are some of his recent cooking experiments:
Other than that, life has been about keeping cosy. A teeny bit of snow finally arrived in Aberdeen so Steve and the neighbours have been out gritting pavements and I've been... uh... drinking hot tea.
What have you been up to?
Hi! I'm a 30-something stay-at-home feminist mother-of-one. I live in Aberdeen, Scotland with my toddler, boyfriend and two black cats.