Monday 15th Feb

I woke at about nine thirty and came down for my coffee and fiber and watched the news for a bit, Ant phoned to say he was back in the uk, his flight to Brussels wasn't for a few hours so he was going to do some work on his up-coming tests. I set to on the housework, it felt quite good giving the place a good once over, when i finished i went online and did the usual stuff, then looked up the Port Arthur Massacre, mentioned in Caravanistan, i was really shocked i was not more aware of such a huge and shocking event. Ant phoned to say he had a seat on the flight so i bundled the dogs into the car and we set off on our five hour trip to Brussels and back. Ant and i chatted away in the car about all sorts of things on the way back and it passed very quickly, Ruby kept pushing her way to the front for a stroke then getting put back whereas Banjo was her usual independent self.
When we got home ant sorted out a bath for himself whilst i set the fire going, after the bath we sat chatting on the sofa for a bit then ant noticed a car slowly passing the house, it passed again and then came back and pulled up outside the gates, i got up and went out, it was a french man asking about the house, he basically wanted to have a look round so after a bit of discussion i agreed and he, his wife and small child gave the house the once over, they seemed quite impressed and i said they must get in touch with the estate agent to visit again. This created quite a flurry of discussion once they had gone though we are trying not to get excited to avoid disappointment, but at least someone has been through the door now.
I made dinner, a small piece of very lean steak with stir fried broccoli, leeks and mushroom, and asparagus, it was quite enjoyable but the steak was a little over done. After dinner we sat and chatted for about an hour then it was clear ant was tired so i sent him up to bed and sat and read for an hour then went up too, ant was out for the count so i followed his example and went to sleep.