The wee cub and I have had a rather dull, but oh-so productive morning inside doing sorting of small baby clothes to donate to other lucky folk about to have their own little teeny bambinos. I may have shed a small tear or two holding up the very teeniest of the little babygros on my now strapping one year old. After all this emotional orgniasing and some rather lacklustre playing with duplo (on my part that is, B was firmly on board with trying to break up every single construction I tried to create) I looked outside to see it was still completely pissing it down outside. Bert was keen to go out and crawl through some muddy puddles but whilst I quite approve of Peppa Pig’s approach to the great outdoors B is not anywhere near walking and a none-welly owning crawling baby is no fun when it comes to heavy rain, and anyway I wanted a cup of tea. We reached on a compromise, watching the recycling van do its thing from our open front door. B loves the recycling men! Although I am not sure that they appreciate being watched with such glee. Especially in the pouring rain.
Feeling slightly soggy even though we hadn’t ventured out I decided we would recapture some of the summer sunshine by looking at photos of our holiday last year. And it made me feel really nolstalgic. Last summer was supposed to be our first jaunt back into normal family life since Bert had been ill. Last August we were all set to go to Green Man festival, from there head off to a yurt near Hay-on-Wye and then to head back to Wales for a week’s holiday with C’s family. And then Chris got appendicitis. After having spending most of the year until then in and out of hospital with Bert it did seem slightly unbelievable that we were going to have to cancel all of our lovely plans because C’s appendix had chosen that particular time to get really sore. Apart from we didn’t! Because C is a complete and utter superstar of a person (and a bit bionic!) he spent one night in hospital after having his appendix removed and then a couple of days limping around at home and then announced he was well enough to drive us all off to Herefordshire and the yurt. He is fab and I love him A LOT. We did have to miss out on an amazingly sunny Green Man and we did only get to spend one night in the yurt rather than three, but we made it there and it was beautiful.
Here are some pics of how wonderful it was.