It’s the Whitsun Half Term Holidays in Fakerville at the moment and all hell seems to breaking loose in the house.
After what was a beautiful weekend, with the sun shining and lots of walking and spending lovely time with the monsters, friends and hubby everything else seems to have gone down hill. The sun’s disappeared behind a bank of clouds which seems to be impenetrable – apart from drizzling rain. We’re stuck in the house, my stomach’s hurting and we’re all a little bored. Even though we’ve crafted, played games, watched the whole four Spy Kids films in a row – just today – it feels like time has stood still.
So, on Sunday we went to a last minute party of one of the hubby’s friends little girls. Although the monsters barely remember her, they had a nice time running around chasing balloons and dancing to crappy pop music. Even the slightly scary and stupidly bossy magician caught their attention (even though the adults saw through each and every trick). We then went on a bit of a mad drive and discovered a pretty lake not far from us, which would be perfect to walk around – although we didn’t walk around it then as we had to pick up the hubby’s niece. When we got home, the sun was shining that bright still, we decided to take the monsters (and honorary monster) to the park. And then for a walk in the stunning countryside which surrounds our little suburban village. It was amazing. So much so, the next day we walked over five kilometers to a country park and hill in a neighbouring village and back again. All the while, my stomach was killing me – but it didn’t matter.
The exercise fresh air and being with my beautiful family got me through it. Well, that and the fact that it would be getting me bang into training for my bright idea of walking from Skegness to Cleethorpes to raise money for Endometriosis UK... 40 miles in total. Along the coast road. Because it will be a challenge and it will probably hurt – but it will hopefully raise a lot of money and awareness for Endo and it’s many, many sufferers.
Anyway, the last two days have dragged – even though the monsters best friend was here all day yesterday – because the sun’s gone and we’ve not really left the house. Plus, I’m on countdown until the weekend – when I finally get to the mother land and dress as an angry teddy bear for my mad prog-rock concert. Counting down always makes time stand still.
Either way, monsters and I are all waiting for the end of the Whit holidays – them so they’re not so bored and can be with their friends again, me for a lot of ear-bleeding level noise.
If you would like to sponsor me on my mad walk – or even find out more information about it – please visit my Just Giving page.
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