A change is as good as a rest

Tonight was pretty unimpressive on the dinner front. I had my usual coley fillet and Science Diet, Chutney had half a pouch of Felix , and Martin cooked a few sliced mushrooms with bacon, garlic and cream, serving it over tagliatelle with some salad on the side. There was home-made ciabatta, and Annie made one of her infrequent forays into the kitchen to stew some rhubarb, which she served with yoghurt. All a bit on the dull side, but it is Monday and M didn't start cooking until he got back from swimming on the way home from work.

One pleasant development; college has finished for six weeks and A is at home for much of the day. Today she cleaned the house, which is extremely disturbing when you're trying to sleep and you're a bit frightened of vacuum cleaners. When she's not working, Chutney and I have the run of the house instead of being locked in the kitchen, which is always nice. All we do is sleep on their big bed instead of our little ones, but a change is as good as a rest. Indeed in our case, a change is a rest, and so is everything else.