WEBSITE

I have been beavering away for the last few days setting up the new website … for me this is a whole new world and being untrained in all this sort of stuff, it is a long and complicated process – no, long and very logical, needing total concentration.  After three hours I find the brain just closes down and smoke starts coming out of my ears (instead of my mouth!!).  Fortunately the New Husband has gone out into the big city of Brussels for the afternoon so the house is quiet – his office is at home and apart from sneaking into the kitchen every now and then, he does manage to stay in his office most of the day without bounding into the drawing room where I work to tell me of his zillionth brainwave of the day – however when he does, all my work has to stop as I can’t work and listen at the same time!  So I should be continuing with the site, but I need a break!

Gardening would be good but the lovely weather of last week has been replaced with cold and unrelenting rain, so we’ll give that a miss this afternoon.  Saturday we took a trip up to the Belgian coast in glorious sun – I am getting quite fond of these enormous sandy beaches – shame about the wind though.  That wretched dog of mine, Angus, disgraced himself totally on the beach.  The beach is about 4km long and about 1km wide when the tide is out (it was) … the dog rushes round like a demented soul (he is) and then spies the only kids making sandcastles on all of the beach.  He rushes up to them (being a very sociable  sort of dog and fond of small children who invariably have food in their hands which are approximately the same height as his mouth) and there and then craps on their sandcastle … embarrassing?  Not for him – he just rushed off to chase gulls or some other stupid thing, leaving me to rush up, apologise and whip out a doggy bag to clear up after him.  Fortunately the man with his two grandchildren was very nice about it – thank goodness it wasn’t in England – I would probably have got a £200 fine, a 6 six month sentence and the dog would have an ASBO.  By the way dogs are allowed on the beach apart from mid-June until mid-September.  Anyway the walk continued and I spied hoof marks in the sand – do riders stop and pick up their horses’ offerings?  Probably not.  However, if one had to choose, I don’t mind walking in horse droppings but hate walking in dog poo (who does?).  Sat outside a café having a drink and when we walked back along the beach, guess what?  The sandcastles had been abandoned!

The Rock Thrower will be up here in a couple of weeks, shuffling around, talking text speak, emptying my purse and asking when supper is ready – he doesn’t know that the day after his arrival the council are coming around to take way all my monsters in the garage – everything has to be on the pavement by 2pm, ready to go.  As the New Husband will be in England, RT and I have to empty the garage and I might well chuck out some old stuff belonging him when he isn’t here!  La Fée Verte and the Bébé Fée Verte might be coming up too over the Easter weekend, so I should be working hard on the website now as the next couple of weeks will be out of the question – especially as my children are computer junkies and need mega daily fixes on the Internet, Facebook, Twitter etc. etc.  The only time I get near my computer when they are here is around 4am and then it is so cluttered with their junk I need an hour to get it back into some sort of working order.

This is about the only house left on the beach front – the rest are horrid blocks; the only advantage – between the front and the beach there isn’t a road, just a promenade.