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Here we go again, its makeover time. At least we arent trying to move 90 year old mum into a sheltered flat at the same time - AND - the sun is shining. I think OH has definately gone off the house swapping idea. Dark muttering over breakfast.

I need to get started because I'm taking mum to the cemetary this afternoon (just visiting, you understand). This means driving vertically up a series of blind bends - so not a fun trip - but mum likes to go, despite assorted furry things ...

I take it all back. Other Half must have been driving around with his head out of the window checking for free food because he found ripe blackberries yesterday, masses of them down a back street. Forget pretty open countryside, this was behind the glass works and next to the abandoned carpark where all the winos hang out - he reckons its sheltered ...

So I've spent the afternoon making blackberry jelly. Jelly tastes great - well worth the interesting purple fingers.
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The sun is still shining so thank God our next ozzie visitors might actually be able to leave the house a few times.

The weather today was inspiring enough for my O.H. to drag me up the great Orme (big hill at the end of the promenade) on a blackberry hunt. Now I'm a veteran of loads of childhood blackberry hunts, I know when they are ripe and it isnt now - but O.H. is currently very taken with the idea of 'foraging' since it sounds a bit outdoorsy and Ray Meers. I always thought foraging ...

With all this Olympic carry on I had completely forgotten about the house swapping. Suddenly I am facing the twin horrors of doing my tax return and cleaning the house.

Two weeks till the next swap. No pod camping for us this time! Our neighbours are going on holiday and have invited us to house sit for them . They dont want to boirrow our house for a week when they come back. They laughed when we suggested it. Quite a lot actually. I think they're sorry for us for having a child ...

We can now start looking forward to the actual holiday. Got off to a good start when daughter informed us in shocked tones that our decision to save a few hundred pounds by flying a week or so earlier than planned means she will be away from Sydney for our first day. We are not phased, she'll be back the next day. Also, as she will be in the airport too, we can meet for coffee before she flies off to some place in the sticks with a long name and lots of Os in it.

We are now synchronising ...