I am increasingly convinced that life is a series of events wherein you are only happy thinking about being in some other state. Okay, that might be over-simplifying it. Or exaggerating. It has been known for that to happen.
I get a little taste today of our future life.
19 is in Spain for a music festival, fortunate boy, leaving us in soggy Blighty to enjoy the sun and music.
17 has headed to the English south coast to a university open day with 22′s girlfriend. I fear the weather most likely will not be any kinder for them than it is for us in South Wales.
22 has gone for a few days to stay with his granddad while his grandma heads up to Scotland for her brother’s funeral. He is about a five-minute walk from us so he has hardly gone far.
That does leave Hub, 13 and I alone in the house. Or rather it leaves me alone in the house today while Hub works and 13 goes to school. I have attempted to venture forth with the camera, I didn’t get far, so it has to be more iPhone pics.
The colour has finally arrived on the hydrangea, which is most surprising as it feels like the depths of Winter.
I was about to think of trying to sally forth again when the weather turned from this:
Where is our summer? People of Britain, what are we going to do about this?
Complain pointlessly, I suppose.
Actually this last one more or less captures how I felt on Monday evening. I left work at 2.30 p.m. thinking I only had to work to the same time this coming Thursday (tomorrow) for my short week, only to hear Hub speaking to his father on the ‘phone in the evening telling him he would be down to visit on Thursday evening while I was at work. Have to work a full day, how awful!
Yes, I know. Shush.
Let’s make the most of the last couple of hours before 13 gets home and the whole cycle begins again.
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