I am living the wrong life
And i am not quite sure what to do about it. As a girl who hankered over Austrian/Swiss mountains via books her entire childhood, adored a long summer in the North Yorkshire and married a man from the middle of Dartmoor, i think the centre of Peterborough probably counts as a location mistake, a fact made rather more obvious by getting to spend a few days in a house with the kind of views and ambience i only normally get on holiday. I appreciate my life choices and lack of application (and more latterly balls to take a risk) have contributed to this, but i do feel things perhaps need to change. We do have a plan and it can’t happen for 18 months but i need to start being a bit more proactive about it!
Anyway, arrived quite literally “off the path” at J&J’s after an extremely uneventful journey with perfect directions. People, you have to visit, its the funniest journey; you start on big roads, they get smaller, then smaller and more winding and eventually the road surface runs out – its truly a “journeys end” or slightly like playing a role play computer game where you know you have nearly reached the monster because its all got a bit deserted looking. Heaven anyway. I wasn’t even late which was startlingly impressive.
All the girls played beautifully all day and my lot did remarkably well given the lack of Nick Jnr!!! Fran was a bit disgruntled at the real gravy as opposed to Bisto (fortunately she redeemed herself later by complimenting further cookery and was in fact very grown up and lovely the whole time we were away.) Ammi had a bad night, par for the course with her while away really but we managed.
Thursday was somewhat more fraught to start with. Maddy woke up in a very wobbly state, quite literally really and was lying on the sofa and pretty much non-verbal for a good while. She did have breakfast then went back – and showed off her complete mis-interpretation of life in general fairly impressively too She asked for milk and i asked her to find her milk bottle; she stood at the bottom of the stairs and said she couldn’t climb them because she was “too wobbly” – i looked up, realized she really was in a state and said, rather too sharply “Come and sit down on the sofa” because i was quite shocked by how bad she looked. Only she didn’t compute the words and only the tone of voice and started to climb the stairs on all fours, weeping. Poor little soul, i felt terrible. And shortly after that she went green, threw up (but fortunately i had seen the signs and we were in the bathroom) and then was fine, instantly demanding huge quantities of food. Which i wouldn’t give her and so she went back to bed for three hours. While i was wiping vomit up Ammi ripped a toenail off, apparently on nothing given she was doing a jigsaw on the carpet with Jan at the time and just as we wiped her up Fran fell headfirst off the monkey loop things and bashed her nose very hard. And there was blood EVERYWHERE!!!!!! I’m amazed she didn’t break it really, given she actually achieved a grass stain on the bridge of her nose. Luckily it was just that and not teeth, plastic surgery or anything else that had been damaged!!!!
All that would have been quite enough really but Ammi, who was in a foul temper all day anyway, annoyed a bee (due to standing on him in no shoes – how many times do we have to say it!!!!) and got stung. Blood i can do but bee stings panic me a bit as with the eczema and asthma i could just see her being allergic, but she didn’t seem to be and bicarb and an icecube worked like a dream. It seems virtually incidental to all that that we spent a really nice day with lots of friends!!!! Thank you all for coming everyone!
It was a blinking good job i had lots more nice books to look at that evening and i had a lovely time – thank you again J&J.
And i have just got home to a big load of Amazon and Craftbits parcels, plus a bead order i needed so its parcel time then lots of reading!