January 2, 2007
O.M.G! Is it 2007 already? Huge wishes for the New Year.
Hubby and I decided to startÂ this New Year withÂ a clear head and fresh air. SoÂ we took off toÂ the countryside in our ageing mean machine.
Our two bedroom cottage was on a farm near an aptly-named village called Nomansland. We had no mobile phone coverageÂ and no cash machineÂ within easy walking distance. I even had to wear wellies because my two-inch heels sunk right into the slushy countryside. Quelle Horreur!!
We managed to find a lovely local farmer called Robert JamesÂ (pictured with his prize-winning bull) and buy fresh sirloin steaks for dinner. As I started cooking them on New Year’s Eve, I gaveÂ hubby the simple task of lighting the coal fire in the living room.
Before I could say medium-to-well-done, the open plan living area was filled with great big clouds of black smoke. The fire alarm promptly went off and hubby had to go running to fetch the farm owner fromÂ the crucial moment in hisÂ murder mystery party.Â I stood there waiting, whacking the fire alarm off with a designer shoe to stop it from upsetting the cattle, hens, sheep, countryside in general and the other guests on the farm.
The rest of the evening was fairly uneventful but it did feel good to wake up without a headache on 1 January 2007. Hope I wasn’t the only sad sap taking it easy on New Year’s eve…