“I used to work in Chicago, in an old department store…

I used to work in Chicago, I don’t work there anymore!”

It’s a rugby song. Do not google the lyrics at work, they are Unsuitable. Funny, rude and Unsuitable. It’s the first thing I think of when I think of Chicago (closely followed by “I just blew in from the Windy City, and the Windy City is mighty pretty…” I don’t know the words for that one properly). I ought to think of lovely holidays, marathons, meeting friends, going on boats, touring rural Illinois (and some of it was very rural), of N getting a PB, but no, it’s song lyrics.

We might retire to rural Illinois to brew pumpkin beer. Or beer. Or grow pumpkins. Or all of the above. It really is glorious there. And we stayed in the most sweet B&B in the Whole Wide World.  With rugs in the bathroom, and the most excellent breakfasts (which I just couldn’t finish). I am amazed I have not come back from America fat as butter. I think I may have brought a cold back, but if I’m going to have a cold, this is the week. I’ve got a half marathon to do in December, and I’ll be able to recover in time.

Here. Have some photos.

Anyhow. A list. Or I shall forget….

  • Laundry, ironing, change sheets
  • Pay in recently discovered cheque at bank failed to get to bank on time
  • Sort out tea, coffee, biscuits for Monday night’s training (someone’s coming to do Difficult Situations and People training with the Brownie and Guide leaders)
  • Parkrun, 8 mile run (if it’s just an allergy) I think it might be a cold. Mollycoddling it.
  • Sort out quilting workshop for the leaders’ weekend in a fortnight – well. It’s going to be patchwork pincushions: but I still need templates and a demonstration model. Fortunately, I’ve remembered the existence of a ton of shirting material enchanted out of a Jermyn Street Tailors “for Brownies”, so it’ll be a very cheap workshop. 
  • Upload photos from Chicago to flickr. Sort out printed photo albums for those, India and Japan photos
  • Cast on second hat for N’s Dad
  • Make stew
  • Supermarket Shop
  • Post parental postcard

And, I think I ought to get on with it.  The first load of laundry has just completed, after all.