Full House . . . .

. . . empty house.

For the past few days Strickley has been almost full - children, grandchildren, dog, cousins from France and Day Visitors. But now they've all gone and it's time to knuckle down and do some work (ie pay the monthly bills), sort out the meals for next week (late shift so I need to have supper planned as well as dinners).

Henry has just picked the last of the apples so I need to sort out the freezer and see if I can fit in any more bags of ready prepared slices. It's funny how the freezer is always full but there's nothing for supper. If we're snowed in this winter we'll be OK for several weeks. Lots of casseroles and milk puddings.

Back to the grindstone now - but I can see that small light at the end of the tunnel.