After a rather stressful start, Saturday was quite a lovely
day. Getting everything ready to go away for a week, especially when that week
is a ‘special’ one is quite the task, as we found out. My father’s hardly
organised when it comes to life so that didn’t really help. Honestly, he nearly
left my canary behind!
Anyway, we eventually all got out the door and went on down
to deliver presents to my siblings and their respective families. Because my
mother and I set off later than my father, having been left to pack the final
things alone, I only got to see Rebecca, my youngest sister, and her sons
Ashton and Jenson. It was those two I was most eager to see though so I’m
alright with that. As normal, it took Ashton a good while to get used to me and
not to act in a shy way and Jenson, having aged considerably since I saw him
last, was more than willing to copy his brother’s behaviour. I got some lovely
hugs and Jenson cried when we left so I’m not too offended that they ran away
to start with!!
| You'll never guess the name of the place we were staying! ;-) |
The cottage itself is really sweet. Part of a unit of barn
conversions it’s got real charm and is actually deceptively large. The owner
was delightful and, when we walked in, we were greeted by crackers, mulled
wine, and a Christmas tree. I think we’ll have a great time here.
| I must say that I quite like the way that the cottage's owner attacked this tree with tinsel! |
The rest of the evening has been spent curled up on the
sofas as a family, watching Harry Potter or, in my father’s case, sleeping.
It’s strange because, looking back on the last couple of years, I think this is
one of the first times we’ve been able to just relax as a family. I guess that
life has been so strange for so long what with death threats and extreme
bullying to flooding and illness that I’d almost forgotten what normality is.
I’ve really missed this.
When I wrote this post, I was without an internet connection. It’s been
uploaded onto t’interweb since!
