No Time to Write

This is what happens when one is rather busy, there's no time to just sit and write. Yesterday was one of those days. The lads started butchering at 6am & were joined by a consultant at 9am, who was there to give them some hints & tips. Then the accountants arrived; Fiona McLachlan called in from Cape Clear as she wanted to meet Willie; and then another man arrived to meet Willie. During all this, I was supposed to make dinner catering for all of them, but in the end we only had one extra! Took me right back to when I was a child at home as Mum always made sure there was enough for everyone and a little extra in case someone called! I couldn't count how many times that happened. When Willie & I first began 'going out', my hand was in plaster with suspected Repetitive Strain Injury, which turned out to be arthritis, but anyway I had cooked Mum's Birthday dinner for a number of years but couldn't with just one hand. Willie offered to cook instead. The fun was when he asked me how many to expect & I explained it could be anything between 12 & 20! His face was priceless. It took him awhile to realise that numbers in our house were rarely precise at any mealtime & you catered accordingly. By the way, leftovers were never thrown out, but turned into something else. Like the roast veg left over from yesterday are providing the foundation for the soup for today's lunch.