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I’m listening

In the almost empty house, I’m listening to music again. For months it was background noise, competing with the giggling and the Kardashians. Now I can hear the radio, and have the space to listen to it.

This week I’ve made 3 new discoveries. They may not be new to you, so forgive me if I’m very passé or a middle aged cliché. I’m enjoying the finds.

 

 

 

A bit of space, good books, good music, plenty of coffee. Slowly, balance is being restored.

 

 

 

 

preparing to leave

I love being on holiday. Time with no expectations, space to muddle along  and let life just happen.

Preparing to go on holiday, however, is a different thing.

X days = Y outfits.

Is there a washing machine?

Don’t forget the underwear and the pyjamas and the wetsuits and the body boards and the skateboards.

Shampoo, people. And oodles of conditioner.

Of course you need to bring a coat.

Warm things.

Picnic bag.

Did anybody pack the swimsuits?

Doggy bed, doggy food, doggy medicine.

Dog.

It starts off sensibly and before we know it, there’s no room in the car. Nothing seems superfluous, but there’s only 4 of us. Spurs Fan packs the car. It’s like a 3D jigsaw, a Krypton Factor puzzle. He manages to leave enough room for the last minute make up bag/ hair straighteners/ cuddly toy, but if you want something else bulky, you have to sit on it.

There’s only one thing that keeps him sane in the process. The holiday playlist/ CD/ mixtape.

There’s nothing haphazard about these- they are themed. There’s a Scotland CD, so that we come off the boat to Simple Minds and by the time we get to East Lothian, we can see Sunshine on Leith. We were in Co Clare, so we had west coast songs.

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Clare is a beautiful county, busy in the summer months with holiday makers and tour coaches. Narrow roads, wide buses, wrapped up visitors.

Because of our holiday music we ended up doing a little tour guide performance every time we saw a bus. It never got old.

“On the left, we have stone walls. And if you look to your right, you’ll see that the grass is green.”

We are easily amused.

lalalalalalalalalalala lego

8.10 am Girl1 was in a rush, finding tights and shoes and other necessities. Girl2 was on my bed, full of excitement about tomorrow’s sports day- her last in primary school, so they get to go in fancy dress. Each class have chosen music to be playing while they compete. She tried to describe her tune, but there was too big a gap in my knowledge. She found a gadget to play it. We danced and sang and bopped in and around the bed.

 

8.13am Girl1 paused in her dashing, just long enough to roll her eyes. Mothers and little sisters are so embarrassing.

8.15 Chances of sleep have gone. Time to get up and veg in front of the laptop with coffee deal with all the lists my darlings have left for me…

 

 

A birthday ‘treat’

once there was a boy- a repost

He came into my life and nothing was ever the same.

I was no longer the only one.

He’s calm and measured; I flap and over-react.

He’s energetic and determined.

He’s curious.

He’ll always find his way.

He makes me laugh.

He’s not lost for words.

He’s the sporty, geeky, musical one.

He was a trend setter.

He wore the tshirt.

Now, he likes Noel Gallagher. Middle age comes to us all.

He does dad dancing now.

Happy Birthday, the Brother.