One of those busy but fairly peaceful weeks that seems to fly by and leaves you on Friday night wondering where it went. On Wednesday we went down to Swansea to see visiting cousin Jonathan who is recuperating at his parents house. A slightly stormy journey down as once past Fforestfach, Andrew seemed to suffer a strange amnesia leading to marital disharmony at several road junctions and some unexpected sidetracks through Cockett. Anyway, it's traditional for married couples to bicker about navigation in the car. We arrived safely, saw Jonathan and had a lovely time with him, although sadly too short, as we needed to get back for the dogs. Thursday Andrew had running club, which is going well. Other than that, a peaceful round of domestic duties, greyhound wrangling ( a constant pleasure) and assorted craft related activities. Things are taking shape for a greyhound Fun Day in Pontardawe on Easter Monday. This week one of the guys from GRW ordered the rosettes after I worked out how many we'd need.

The only other thing to mention is that the iron has an unfortunate habit of blowing the fuses in the house. When it happened the first time I just thought we had a power cut, but the second time I realised the connection straight away. Of course there is a very good argument for saying that I should take the hint and cease to iron, as clearly the activity is not good for the house's electrical system. On the other hand, there is something very satisfying about a crisply ironed and laundered tea towel hanging up in the kitchen.