Home again!

I’m Home!

OK…..so I’m home after a week of relaxing in the sun with Vicki, drinking Sangria and eating her fabulous home cooked food!  I’ve walked a lot further than I normally do, tried Polercise (think twice if you think it looks easy!), sat and enjoyed various local performers in the bar and stared in absolute awe at the clarity of the stars and moon over there.  It’s been a lovely week and I had the most fabulous time, why wouldn’t I with all of the above and the company of my most loved friend?

I do miss the Sangria!

In view of all of the above, I suppose it would be quite normal to wish I was back there instead of dodging the rain and having to wear 3 layers just to be able to function?  Yes, I miss it, but not as much as I missed my children whilst I was away.  We were met at the airport yesterday by Jamie who dropped Vicki home before taking me.  As I walked through the door I was greeted by Pippa, Osborn and Chris and I felt a surge of gratitude at being back with my offspring even though most of them were missing!

I’d missed the fun, the laughter, the traumas and the chaos that is the reality of our day to day life and I returned to plenty of all of the above.  Lost phones, broken relationships, missing siblings, power cuts, fallen trees…..they’ve had the lot in my absence and everyone wanted to tell me about them all……all at the same time!  I am, of course, used to trying to hold 6 conversations at once and whilst I’m good, no-one is THAT good, so I tried hard to maintain some semblance of the limited sanity I had restored over the previous week and get to grips with everyone’s news!  

Needless to say I guess, I failed.  With the added pressure of wanting to go to Lorie and Mirie’s latest play at 7 o’clock and it already being 6pm I had to make a hasty exit in order to get there on time.  Having watched the production named “The Fear and Misery of the Third Reich” (and yes, it was just as sad and hard hitting as the title suggests) I felt suitably depressed and questioning of mankind’s inhumanity to man.  Brilliantly performed but extremely harrowing it had the desired effect on me and nearly reduced me to tears.

So, here I am sitting in my local coffee shop pondering the enormous mountain of mail that seems to have dropped from nowhere in my absence along with so much work that I have no idea where to start.  Outside it’s freezing cold and pouring with rain but where would I rather be?  A week in Tenerife is absolutely fabulous and I’m eternally grateful to Vicki for inviting me over but I guess home is where the heart is and it is good to be back.

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