Into week 41 and it’s ended up with a few days of gorgeous warm weather. No coats needed, and sunny days. There’s been a lot of conker readiness investigation, and our tree has pretty much dropped all of its conkers now. Only 3 or 4 cases to go.
Here’s our week 41 of Project 365.
On Sunday, N and I went for a walk and scoot in the park. My ulterior motive was to do a quick look round Banbury’s Canal Day too. I thought N would have asked to go on the karting or bouncy pirate ships, but he walked straight past on our way back out. He’s never been fussed about having balloons thankfully, although he did comment on how big these ones were.
This week’s involved a lot of conker collecting on the farm. We’ve only got 2 horse chestnut trees, one is very small, the other one is a little larger, but still not that old or prolific in conker production. Even the lodgers’ chickens came to investigate. Next thing I knew, N had left the front door open on our way back into the house, and a chicken decided our house was worth visiting. Interesting trying to chase a chicken back outside with a 4 year old trying to help!
On Tuesday I had a rare day out of the office to support on running a training programme that we’ve developed. It really made me feel at home again back at a food company. After spending 14 years working in the food industry (whether at an agency or at a manufacturer), the last 2.5 years have been worlds away from my old work, and I do really miss the environment. My current job is a very different culture and probably the hardest job I’ve had to do to feel confident about what I’m doing there. On the way home I had a bit of time before picking N up, so I stopped at Starbucks for a treat. Also a rare occurrence because we don’t have a Starbucks in town.
Wednesday evening we spent baking goodies to take in to work for my birthday. N loved the ginger macaroons, but he was angling for the fruity oat tray bake.
On Thursday a few friends had organised a lunch out for me, so a few of us went out to a cafe in town. It’s a great (tiny) little eatery, traditional in style, and although they gave me a baguette instead of sandwich, they gave me my drink for free.
Friday was a big day for N. It was harvest festival and he really wanted me there, so I managed to work my hours so I could go along. Each class did a song or poem, and N sing along with his class, although I couldn’t get any decent photos because he was mainly hiding behind the person standing next to him. The church was looking amazing with some gorgeous flower displays and the sun streaming through the stained glass windows.
I’d not really heard much this time about the northern lights potentially being visible in the UK, and down south as well. I stayed up late in the hope of seeing some of it, but no sign. But on Saturday morning there was the most amazing stripy sunrise.