Sorry!

Well, this is not good at all is it? What a waster! I can't even remember what's been going on since my last Death by Bolly post. I think we've done Cornwall and had a good time, summer has gone and we're all looking forward to the mushroom season, which is taking some time to get going. The boys are currently fishing for sea bass and when it's too rough, they're snuffling for truffles. P went off yesterday on a cep hunt and came back with ONE! Not really enough for a risotto is it? Must try harder! Anyway, while he was away, I decided not to spend another lunch hour at home on my own, so I went to the bank and then went round to Rope's. He's back for inheritance stuff at the moment. Stood in his kitchen talking to his sister and to assorted workmen who are doing up the family home, drinking coffee. Got a call from P on the old mobile saying, "where are you?" and without thinking I said "Rope's", to stony silence. He'd only forgotten his key. I wonder if that was a control thing, so that I wouldn't be able to go too far. I'm getting the silent treatment at the moment. I know he's upset, but it was just a coffee and a general chat about tax and property and money, and I was lonely.