At 4 this morning I thought that I might as well get up and do something as I had been awake for a good hour or so. I had woken up, as is the norm just recently, hot, sweaty and uncomfortable. After tossing and turning, throwing the duvet off, putting it back on again and generally being a fidget arse, I decided that I would move to the spare room. I climbed into the bed and laid there for a while in the dark listening carefully to the noises that I usually don't notice. This was in an effort to be more aware of the things around me as opposed to the feelings inside of me and something that I had been set as homework from my counselling session earlier in the day.
I listened and heard the vague sound of cars and lorries moving on the nearby dual carriageway and I could hear the birds starting their dawn chorus. I could hear my heart beating away quite calmly and I could hear the slight rumbling of snoring! This is nothing new but, because of my different surroundings, I wasn't sure where the snoring was coming from. There were 3 possibilities. Because I was in the spare room, it could be coming from the opposite bedroom (hubby), the room above me (son) or the room beneath me (dog). Yes, all three have a bit of a reputation for nocturnal nasal noises and they were all in the frame. Needless to say, it was all really irrelevant and eventually I went back to sleep after a fashion....after messaging friends holidaying in Florida and catching up on the latest showbiz gossip via the Daily Mail showbiz website and a quick look at Instagram! I think I need to invest in an old fashioned alarm clock and leave my phone downstairs when I go to bed. It has become my default setting, if I wake in the night, to 'check' my phone if I can't sleep and it really is a stupid thing to do.
It's half term and so I have had the week off which has been fabulous. Sunday saw my son's 22nd birthday although I saw little of him as I was taking part in the local Race for Life which I try to take part in every year and I like to do it in memory of my Dad.
I was being joined by one of my daughters who did it with me last year and we were determined to beat our previous time of around 40 minutes. We had not done a step of training which was foolish of us but we went to the event which was wonderfully attended as usual and which was blessed with wonderful weather, and gave it our best shot. We both finished in under 40 minutes and we both got our medals.
It was a memorable experience made better by the birthday boy turning up unexpectedly at the finishing line and cheering us on. He then went off to celebrate in his own unique style in Brighton and I decided that a trip to the hut was in order as the sun was shining and we deserved a treat and so, armed with a disposable barbecue, some burgers and marshmallows and some ginger beer, we drove to the hut and had a really lovely afternoon/evening.
It was my first ever experience of a disposable barbecue and was a great success. It was also our first barbecue at the hut. Amazingly, it was a really quiet afternoon there even though it was lovely weather and so we were able to have the barbie by the hut without disturbing anyone nearby as all of the huts were shut. I didn't want to come home I can tell you.
I have also been struggling to come up with a name for the hut as I think it deserves one. There is a hut near ours called 7th Heaven and I know of a hut called Bliss. I was thinking maybe Paradise or Mother's Pride but neither of them have that certain something so I'm still pondering for now. It has to be right.
Monday saw another Bank holiday and the 81st birthday of a very special lady who I have known for most of my life. This lady has had more health scares than anyone I know but she is still here and still smiling and wonderful and enjoying her recent rise to great-grandparenthood. I adore her and I'm so happy that she is still in my life. I enjoyed a cup of tea and a slice of heavenly sponge cake with her to celebrate her special day. Let's hope we share lots more celebrations together.
On Tuesday, guess what?!, I went to the hut again, this time with my daughter and my 3 grandchildren. It was the first visit for all of them and I was so happy to finally get them down there. We took a chance on the weather and it was kind to us. We spent the day making sandcastles, eating fish and chips, splashing in the sea and attempting to skim stones aka throwing stones anywhere and hope they don't hit anyone en route! All this excitement was followed by a trip to the funfair where youngest grandchild had a meltdown over an icecream and the girls went on their first log flume ride without and adult! Anxious times for their Mum but they loved it!
Tomorrow I am returning to the hut with the grandchildren and their Mum and I hope we can make lots more memories while we are there.
The hut will be the base for the Poppy Picnic that I am planning to hold on June 21st. Facebook invites have already be sent out and emails will be sent out giving details very soon. I'm really looking forward to it and if the weather is kind to us (it is the longest day of the year after all) it should be a lot of fun.
So, there we are. Another busy week full of fun and achievements and smiles and laughter. Long may this continue.
Thanks for taking the time to read this and take care until next time.
xxxxx
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