It’s fair to say that we have a lot of Lego in our house. Some of the Lego actually belonged to Mud as a boy but over the last 6 years or so, several boxes of mixed bricks and roof tiles have been added to Muds’ boyhood stash, as well as Pick a Brick orders of windows, wheels and flat plates and we now have three plastic storage boxes filled with the stuff. In addition, Middle Mudlets’ room has a large unit and a long shelf dedicated to the display of the specific sets that she has collected over the years from the various themes, not to mention the veritable army of special mini-figures collected from the ‘Blind Bag’ sets.
We don’t usually do fireworks in the garden but we have endured for years the inconsideration of a certain neighbour who, it seems, thinks it is acceptable to launch industrial strength rockets, from his postage stamp sized back garden, in the general direction of our house, regardless of prevailing weather conditions. Such is the need for this particular neighbour to prove how fabulous he is, on many a Guy Fawkes night he has shown total disregard and lack of respect for the village recreation group and has timed his private display to run at the same time as the village display, often drowning it out due to the size, strength and number of fireworks at his disposal.
Cooking at Mudville has always proved somewhat of challenge. For nine months of the year, late autumn to early spring, meals are cooked on the solid fuel, very temperamental Rayburn and it can often take several hours to boil a pan of water for the vegetables, with a further half a day to bring the water back to the boil once the vegetables have been added. Well okay, maybe I’m exaggerating a little but it isn’t unheard of for an entire meal to be delayed by an hour or more because the vegetables aren’t ready yet!