It poured with rain here this morning, now that’s ‘grand as owt’, if you are a sluglett,
but a bit miserable for the rest of us.
Joe had to be in a wood somewhere in the middle of Cheshire, by 09:15 for a paint-ball party, fortunately the weather was better over there: we took the satnav, but forgot the charger, so we arrived by my, ‘I think it must be this way’ vibe and Toms map reading skills.
Wow, paint-balling, whole different world (what ever happened to musical chairs and pass the parcel in the village hall for a kids birthday, it’s certainly got to be cheaper than paint-balling) the place was heaving, people, mainly grown men, were arriving by the score and even the coach load; the hosts generously asked Tom to join the party for the day, his eyes lit up like he had been hooked up the national grid.
Back home the house was cold, I was cold; the house lacked the hug of warmth that the Aga would have provided on such a miserable day. Normally I would have put the heating on for a couple of hours, to take the edge off the chill, but after the sort of week that courts domestic crisis, it comes as no surprise that our oil tank has sprung a leak, so we’ve no heating; a new tank and a bill for £1000 will arrive next week. Lighting the log stove seemed to brighten things.
When I returned to the woods this afternoon to collect my boys I was a little startled by just how many men seemed to be stood around in the car park with their trousers round their ankles! There were more thighs and buttocks on parade than at the average fell race, I hasten to add the men were getting changed from their muddy paint sodden gear before the drive home to their real world.
Tom and Joe had a fantastic time, they are totally exhausted, so am I come to that, an early night for us all I think.