Yay! We made it.
The holidays are here!
There is no better feeling, than the feeling of no work on Monday and as I sit here on this sunny Sunday afternoon, I am really loving that feeling.
This week has been stressful and tiring and a little boring if I am honest, with it mostly consisting of all work and no play. Somehow your body just seems to know you have some holiday looming and the closer the holiday gets the less inclined your body is to move. By Friday, which by the way, came nowhere near as quickly as I would have liked it to, I was pooped, everything was requiring a little more effort than I could muster. I thought I might actually dance out of the building at 5 o’clock, after setting my out of office, wrapped in bunting and swinging a ‘do not disturb’ sign around my head.
Flip flops here I come!
The holidays got off to a great start, as we spent the day at the local pub yesterday, having early birthday celebrations for my Sister, at the mini-fest. There is something so relaxing about country pubs in the Summer and we are lucky enough to have some fabulous ones close by. A few gins, great food, good music and even better company, what is not to love about that. A fabulous time had by all, although I am feeling the after effects of all that gin now.
I never used to be much of gin drinker, but it is all the rage now.
Gin has rocketed in popularity in the UK and there is something like 87 different varieties produced here now, with sales increasing every year. This is great news for people like me, those ‘weirdos’ who don’t drink wine, as we often feel a bit uncouth when it comes to selecting drinks when we are out and about, especially if it is a bit of a doo! Gin and it’s ever increasing coolness has made ordering a spirit instead of wine quite fashionable. Obviously there is still the table thing, where you have to have wine with dinner, apparently, but I can manage a small glass topped up with Lemonade (when no one is looking), if I have to and I mean have to.
I don’t like wine and wine doesn’t like me much either. She gives me a headache, the like of which I have never had before, not to mention the fact that she generally has me curled around the toilet for hours at the end of the night. Therefore, we try to avoid each other wherever possible.
In all honesty I can’t drink like I used to, it is an age thing I suppose. However, as a grown-up, finally… I can realise when enough is enough, something it took me quite a while to master, it has to be said. Enough, for me, used to mean I couldn’t stand up anymore, but now it is more that I feel a little light headed and may need to have a rather strong coffee before attempting any movement of any kind. I also do NOT like the morning afters anymore. Gone are the days when I used to party till dawn, get two hours sleep and be up and out for work at 6 am without so as much a hair out of place.
These days I wouldn’t be able to get out of bed after only two hours sleep, I would look like had slept in a bush and a packet of paracetamol and 4 litres of red bull would struggle to get me moving. The Christmas Party is testament to that!
Which actually I am organising now! Can you believe it? Just about to start the Summer holidays and the last thing I did at work was book the Christmas Party.
This is your six month warning that the what to wear to the Christmas party blog will soon be upon us. If it is anything like the last one, which is pretty likely, it will be something I already own, despite ordering and returning/re-selling countless inappropriate and ill-fitting dresses that wouldn’t look out of place in a window in Amsterdam.
Anyway less talk of Christmas and more talk of lazy Summer days. Let’s make the most of the moment we are in now.
Elsie has arranged a couple of days at her friends from tomorrow, so that will leave Tom and I to our own devices. It will be good to spend some time just us, well I hope it will anyway. I have to say it is far easier to please them one at a time than together, and once I have decoded the teenage boy vocabulary, I am hoping we can have some quality time together. I am optimistic that I can drag him out of his bedroom for a few days at least. I expect he has grown since I last saw him.
Usually when I see him, he is bent over his phone or computer, or hunched up on the bed, even when he goes to school he has this bent over look about him that shuffles everywhere, begrudgingly. So it will be nice to see him again, relaxed and hopefully smiling and all 5ft whatever is he now, walking tall and getting some sunshine to his bones.
So that’s the plan, if you can call it a plan… to just chill out, relax and make the most of the sunny days to come, of which hopefully there will be plenty.