It seems as though winter has remembered what it's supposed to be doing, and we have had a much colder couple of days over the weekend. Heavy frost, even. Alright for me, I was snug at home with an abundant supply of tea, cake and duvets. Mr WithaY, on the other hand, was living in the woods for a week, sleeping in a hand-made bender for at least one night.
Not, as I hoped, a wooden facsimile of the wise-cracking Futurama star, but a rude shelter crafted from sticks and tarpaulins. Apparently it was "bloody cold" and a slug fell in his ear. He said he removed it "immediately" which was a relief.
Ah, life in the wild. I'm glad I'm only BY the woods, and not actually attempting to live in them.
Years ago, when I was living in my teeny little student house in Winchester, Mr WithaY used to come and visit at weekends. One night, one chilly damp night, I asked him to fetch me a glass of water from the kitchen. The kitchen was downstairs, and it got visited by slugs. I had stuffed all the cracks and ingress holes I could find with paper to try and keep them out. I had put salt on the floor to stop them coming in. I had even, on the advice of a probably mental friend, put garlic on the floor to offend the slimy bastards.
Nothing worked, and most mornings I came downstairs to find slug trails all over the place...on the floor, up the walls, on the windows...it was revolting.
This particular night, Mr WithaY scampered downstairs to fetch the glass of water (he was young and in love, so was eager to please) and I heard an anguished cry of "Oh God NOOOOOOOO!"
I knew exactly what he'd trodden on with his bare feet.
I've been busy while he's been away, which has been very pleasant. I hadn't realised quite how easy it could be to become isolated when you don't go out to work, and a few days of bad weather can make it very miserable. Luckily for me, there are some fab people living in the village who don't mind me popping in to drink their tea and eat their biscuits every now and again.
Apart from socialising, I have been sewing. And knitting. And baking. I made a chocolate cake as I had a mate coming over for tea one day, and it worked rather excellently, though I say so myself. It's a cake with no flour in it, so it is potentially very mousse-y if you undercook it, but even if you do that, it's lovely. It's made with dark chocolate and butter melted together, and sugar, eggs and vanilla, whisked up till it's huge and fluffy, all mixed together, then baked in the oven. Nom nom nom.
I might make some more this week.
I've also been pruning things in the garden. Roses, the crabapple tree and the flowering trees at the side of house have all been chopped up tidily to within an inch of their lives. Hopefully they'll all revive in time for the Spring. We've already got a crocus in flower in the lawn, which is ridiculously early, and the snowdrops in sheltered corners are in flower.
Business developments are creeping along, but I'd rather we get everything sorted out now than discover in 3 months time that we didn't make the right decision, and have to start again.