… what’s wrong with my fridge. I’d rather not think about it, thank you very much.
You will be pleased to learn (well, I hope you will) that our holiday on the Isle of Wight was a resounding success. You know, it’s a lovely place, highly recommended for a holiday. I was a little unsure whether I had made a very wise decision when I heard the severe weather warnings issued for the weekend, and even less certain when I looked out of the window and saw that Niagara Falls had been relocated to our garden. So armed with mountains of blankets, jumpers, raincoats, board games, books, puzzles and story tapes, we set off into the unknown.
It was a total surprise for the Smudgelets whom I picked up from school. They guessed as soon as I turned into the caravan site carpark. But their disappointment was delightful when I returned from the reception office, got into the car and drove back out onto the main road. OK, OK, so I’d got the wrong caravan park… it’s easy to get lost when you’re far away from home!
Would you believe that on Saturday morning we were sitting on the terrace at a nearby cafe, overlooking the sea, eating icecreams and removing jumpers because we were so hot? It was incredible! We spent the day at Blackgang Chine doing all the bits we don’t usually manage, including the boys going on all the rides several times in quick succession. Wonderful. And on Sunday we stayed on site and made the most of the facilities and children’s clubs there.
The best thing by far, though, was being at nobody’s beck and call and almost managing without a clock too. Lying in each morning with nothing to get up for and no guilty conscience. Allowing the Smudgelets in my room, one each side of me in the tiny bed. (May seem strange to those of you with birth children, but you’re not supposed to allow adopted children in the bedroom, let alone in your bed, and my room is my sanctuary at home as it’s out of bounds to them. A hard thing, though, as one of the most wonderful moments with your child is to curl up together in one warm bed and as an adopted parent I’m not supposed to do it). Making popcorn and huddling under a duvet to eat it while watching Robin Hood on a crackly telly. Giggling as we play with a hover football game together, Curling up to read and read and read or listening to Prince Caspian on CD together without any sense of wasting time or needing to do anything or check on anyone. And NO PHONE!
Only two weeks to go until our next exotic break!
You’ll recall that I had a visitor from America for a couple of days about three weeks ago.
You’ll probably also recall that I had a visitor from Australia for a long weekend about two weeks ago.
This weekend I have a visitor from the Cayman Islands, and a very welcome one at that. It’s my nephew. We grew up together, being only 4 years apart in age, and last year you may recall me posting some photos from his wedding. We’ve not seen him since then, but he’s popped in for the weekend “as he was passing”. My delight is almost tangible.
I’m also rather pleased with myself. He’s brought a copy of the wedding video. I was responsible for filming the whole wedding – a last minute offer as they hadn’t thought of arranging for anyone to do it. It was the first time I’d done anything like it. I hadn’t seen the finished result, although several of my family have been raving about it and my nephew and his wife even bought me a book on becoming a professional photographer for Christmas! And though I say so myself as shouldn’t, it really is rather good! I’m delighted, mostly because it was a gift I was able to give them that was worth more than any other. But I have to admit that the thought of doing it professionally is rather appealing.