Cake

Mr B left the house at 5am. Around the time he arrived in London, the French Government announced the new travel restrictions. So a chunk of my morning was spent trying to find a way for him to be tested in Edinburgh on a Sunday. As a resident, he should be allowed back in. Our Christmas trip is in the balance though. We have the required compelling reason the travel both ways (UK citizens are allowed to travel Fr-UK and French residents are allowed to travel UK-Fr) but it doesn’t feel in the spirit of the rules to go and visit family.

We don’t leave until Thursday, so we have some time to work it out. Of course there is the added consideration of whether we want to travel even if it is allowed.

A neighbour’s hen was taken (by a fox presumably) last night, so we patrolled the perimeter to check for holes. Mr B and TallGirl did this yesterday to fix any holes the wild boar had made, but I think it will now be a daily task.

A long work day, made easier by TallGirl dealing with dinner, and a fun evening icing the cake with her, and watching a show she likes.