While I was out walking in the hills this weekend, stretching my limbs, breathing fresh air, enjoying being unencumbered by belongings, small humans or any obligations, two lovely people were keeping the home fires burning – one literally and one figuratively.
My friend’s husband was throwing logs on the fire, so that when we returned, chilly on the outside – though warmed internally by the Gluehwein we drank at a Christmas shop – the house was all toasty warm. He ate supper with us and then left us to get up to girly things – drink wine, paint toenails, watch Vera Drake on DVD – coming back every couple of hours to see to the fire and make sure we were comfortable.
Back home chez Charlotte another lovely man was looking after three small humans so that I could lie on a sofa somewhere else, drink wine, paint my toenails and relax. I came home to hear that there had been a riot of activity: mask-making, kite-flying and leaf-sweeping. Certain little corners of my home that I just never get to had been tidied, huge loads of laundry had been done, large and wholesome meals had been cooked.
Thanks to both of you. You are darlings.