So, back at last!
After a long time away from the blog, I'm back! Hurrah!
It's been a funny old year, 2013. Began pretty dreadfully, when my mum passed away very suddenly. But every cloud, as they say. Mum's death brought me so much closer to my step-dad, aunts and cousins. I've met new and wonderful people, been lifted by the kindness of strangers, been overwhelmed by the love I've had from, and have for, my family and friends. So I'd like to begin by saying a huge Thank You to them all. Right, enough of the soppy shit....on with the motley!
Just getting back into the daily grind after an amazing holiday back home. Trust me. You don't know you've lived until you've seen the look on a child's face when they hear a Geordie accent for the first time...it's English Jim, but not as we know it! Then onwards! To Centre Parcs in Sherwood forest. A place of beauty and tranquillity....at least it was until we descended on it! Six adults and eight kids in two appartments. Oh the shenanigans, the bickering, the carry-on, the nonsense, the outrageously naughty behaviour and general madness and mayhem! And the kids had fun too. It was decided that we "grown-ups" would each take a turn at cooking, in a Come Dine With Me style. Themed nights included The Wild West, Down Mexico Way, Captain Caveman (or Rave In A cave as it became after vast quantities of vodka jellies!) and Best of British. The highlight for me, however, was the novel use that a bunch of grapes was put to on Greek night. (Some memories you just know will stay with you forever...no matter how hard you try to put them out of your mind.)
Back home, back to school and the youngest has nits. FFS! I HATE anything creepy-crawly, seriously. The rational part of me knows that they're annoying but harmless teeny weeny things, the size of a pinhead, but in my mind the feckers are vampiric demons,the size of cats! Between having to spend ages going damn near cross-eyed, while brandishing the nit-comb every evening, and the fact that just the thought of the little buggers makes me itch,I'm being driven to distraction!
Thank God I've had BBC1's The White Queen to cheer me up. While it may not have been everything it could have, from an historical accuracy point of view (it was a drama at the end of the day, not a documentary), it was highly entertaining. Aneurin Barnard's portrayal of Richard III was spellbinding. (Almost wanted him to win the Battle of Bosworth Field by the final episode.) More than made up for Edward IV's (aka Max Irons, son of Jeremy) bizarre appearing/disappearing middle-aged-spread, in the form of a cushion up his shirt.
Right, just got time for a quick coffee, then back to boil-washing bedlinen and towels. Ho hum. #itchyandscratchy
ps. If you're reading this, and have lost someone dear to you recently, or indeed if you have unwanted house-guests, you might find the following links useful...
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