I’m waiting for the fall. I’m sat here. Wondering where, when and how it will come. I know it will happen. I’m resigned to my fate. But first, the pride. We are going away for the weekend, to be the very first people to review a newly built cottage. We are all looking forward to going away for the weekend and having some time out together. I’m also looking forward to seeing a couple of friends, but I’ve not “booked in” those coffees, so I don’t need to declare them to Lovely Bloke now, and be told off for misleading him when I disappear just as the boys turn on each other…. Anyway, I digress.
I asked the boys what they want to do whilst we are away. Elliott wants to visit the sea life centre – he loves animals, fish and all things non human so that makes sense. William wants to go to an arcade. Having been caught out before on these things, I checked to make sure we were both talking about the same thing. He got very exasperated and explained that it was the place we went to after he was last sick in the car and before we went to the nice hotel. It was also after the place where I whispered to Daddy that I didn’t like the look of the chippy we went in at Sea Palling after he’d been sick. It’s amazing how they file things, isn’t it? The arcade is the place where we put two pence pieces in the chute and we never win any money back, but we do get tickets out the side and we swap them for a car. Or something like that. Always good to have William on hand to explain these things…
What would we like to eat? William’s standard reply – pizza. But he doesn’t mean pizza. He means Pizza Express Pepperoni pizza that we tell him has ‘salami’ on it. I’m sure we’ll lay our hands on it easily whilst we’re away? Right? And Elliott would like to make home made tomato sauce for pasta. Yes, like I’m going to a brand new, spanking kitchen and spraying tomato sauce everywhere when I blend it to his liking. Undeterred, I have set about making the tomato sauce tonight, and had a crisis before we go. How will I transport it? Taking to the Blessed Instagram, I got some feedback from the Domestic Goddesque, who is my go to for pretty much everything. And phoned Dr AKT for input as well. It’s now safely in a plastic water bottle, that’s been reliable to date, so with a food bag around it, a plastic bag and then a bin tag tied around it, I pray it’s going to do the journey safely.
And this is all before I’ve packed for myself. I’ve been a whirling dervish tonight, tidying the house for the visitors who are house sitting with their little one – putting the wooden swords away so that they aren’t instantly within reach when they arrive. Whenever we go away, they come here, look after the house and have friends over from when the Husband was small, so I want the house to be habitable for them. I also clean out the out of date food from the fridge as I don’t want anyone to get unwell from experiencing Lovely Bloke’s somewhat questionable approach and judgement around use by dates.
So, with that, I’ll leave you with this photo. Of course, the entire set of Rory’s Story Cubes is coming with us. I wouldn’t go anywhere without them now. And we have two freebie passes to National Trust places to use which is good. But can you work out why there is an alarm – the red egg shaped thing? And a tea strainer? I’d love to hear why you think they are part of my essential packing….
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