Sunday’s ramble & JP’s hair update!

I write to you this morning from my own kitchen table which is quite a rare treat. It may also turn out to be a challenge as these two lines have so far taken me half an hour due to one request to separate two bits of Lego, two requests from Olive, the dog, to be let out and back in again, and one application of stern words to Edith that should she resort to physical violence again on either of her brothers over what hideous piece of music ‘Alexa’ plays next, she will have a long and lonely day in her room!

I hope you are well and that you are enjoying what seems to be a rising tide of optimism regarding the loosening of these shackles we have all been wearing to greater or lesser degrees over the last couple of months. It is amazing what a bit of hope does to lift the mood a little and remind us that this bizarre time we are living through is of course only temporary and not forever. I do appreciate that this is clearly not the case for everyone and that poor old Mr Cummings may well now be wishing that he had not insisted on the full company car package as his private mileage declarations for April are proving a tiny bit tricky to advise away!!

We are all set for a busy week ahead with it being the last week that our Asparagus and May boxes are available. The English Asparagus season is drawing to a close which does nothing to improve my mood as I simply adore it. And of course our May Box will finish as the month does next Sunday. So if you would like one or two more hits of asparagus, smoked salmon, duck breast , trout and streaky bacon you only have until close of play on Wednesday to ensure you get one. The same applies to our whole sides of sliced smoked salmon. All three of these can be delivered to a door of your choosing for just £35 but once we get to next weekend they will be gone. I will of course have other lovely offers and ideas for you but more of those next week.

Finally, news from the homestead which is on the whole observational this week and yet no less concerning because of it! There are two meals in our house that are pretty much set in stone and are both pillars of the reputed day of rest Sunday. The first of these is Breakfast. Mrs P gets to have that holy grail of luxuries an uninterrupted bath with her book. I prepare the five different dishes requested?! The one common denominator being hot croissants. There is one commodity that appears on this table that is absent any other day of the week, this is the dreaded Nutella! The problem arises when the said Nutella jar is nearly empty and all four of the loons become and start to behave as jumpily as a box of frogs. All four sets of eyes never leave the jar following its every move and with ever increasing looks of horror as they watch a sibling potentially have the last scrapings. Deep sighs ring out, and if you are sat in the wrong place you can feel nothing short of a huge desire to run and hide! This pack behaviour is repeated a few hours later with the Nutella replaced by the volume of gravy that is on the table. I love to underfill the gravy jug leaving plenty in the roasting tin just for the pleasure of pouring nearly all of it onto my plate and passing Nancy the dregs in the bottom and innocently apologising and saying I thought she “had already had some” . This can lead to a whole rest of day silence and sulk if I let it with her siblings laughing heartily before realising how appalling it would have been had it been them without enough gravy! Apparently world domination, wealth and status has the same effects on ‘grown ups’ and I rather like the fact that mere Nutella and gravy are sufficient at Pattisson HQ.

A month or so ago I mentioned my concern over the length of my strawberry blond locks. The girls have insisted this morning on showing how serious the situation has become. (pic attached I’m afraid)

Enjoy the rest of your Sunday and keep smiling rumour has it that some sort of end may be in sight?!

I’m off to make vats of gravy and check my monthly mileage has no skeletons hiding from Mrs P in it.

My very, very best regards,