twinkling fingers

my mother, somewhat poetically, tells me that i have twinkling fingers as i type. She is used to dad’s typing, one finger at a time, pausing to make sure the capital letters are there. i now ‘touch type’ to my own rhythm, i use only three fingers from each hand, and not the thumbs or baby fingers, this means some things i live without – capital letters

After a somewhat appalling night’s sleep, i got up late and hurried and chivvied the girls so we went out with mum to Anglesey Abbey national trust property to walk around the gardens and visit the working mill. i remembered to pack some sustenance, and some sketching materials, both of which were very handy . SB was in charge of the map, and led us down the v beautiful winter path towards the mill. There was some really beautiful planting, that took our breath away!

The friendly volunteer at the mill soon had SB grinding the wheat by hand, and then taking us through various bits of the mill. We were lucky that they got it going fairly soon after we got there too. we then wandred aimlessly, reached the main house, which is closed in winter, and fed the troops. A meander around the formal gardens and then back to the visitors centre. We had a lovely lunch, tho the portions for the veg crumble were on the miniscule side , and a visit to the gift shop left us all happy.

Returning home, chris and dad had made a start on painting the side gate, SB and i cleaned out the babies hutch and then did piano prac. SHe did some more mosaic and then played pictureka with mum, whilst bb made patterns with blokus. Chris made a delish delia recipe for tea, then we shipped children to bed and chatted.

Bedtime, will add photos from flickr tomorrow