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Just as well it’s Monday…

Young hipster woman tired for work and nap on workplace .

… said few people, ever! I don’t think my body would cope with another wild weekend!

Strictly speaking, I haven’t actually uttered these words aloud, but they did wander across my mind. I blame the dawn chorus for waking me up at 4am! Who thinks rational thoughts at stupid o’clock in the morning? Not me for sure.

So what prompted this daft notion? In short, a weekend of living as if I were back in my student years. I’m not even remotely sorry, just a bit tired, and my liver may well be waving a white flag!

Mr D and I took advantage of an empty house, and empty neighbours house, to pretty much do what we fancied, when we fancied, accountable to nobody else. The glass recycling wheelie bin is full to the brim! The hot tub was used so much that I think I’m growing webbed feet! I certainly got my moneys worth out of my streamed music subscription, blasting out through the built-in speakers!

We stayed out late on purpose, making the most of the UK heat wave. To me, there is something special about the clear night sky in midsummer. It never seems to get completely dark, just a deep velvety blue, enhanced by moonlight and stars and the occasional bat!

All this decadent living has caught up with me today. I wish I had the stamina to keep up the wild lifestyle all week but I don’t. Instead I have the attention span of a gnat and my work-mojo has disappeared. I’d rather be outside pottering in my garden instead of looking at it from my office window.

Ah well. There’s always next weekend, but scaled down to accommodate the returning free-range adult kids!

Wishing you all a wonderful Monday.

Cath xx


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Trying hard not to count my chickens…

Graduation Caps Thrown in the Air

Have you ever had a great piece of news that you’d love to shout from the rooftops but have to sit tight with it? It makes you feel like you’ll burst at the seams if you don’t tell at least one person.

I’m fit to burst, bust with pride now that I’ve recovered from the shock of an early morning phone call.

This morning our house phone (how retro are we?) rang before 8:00am. I was in the shower (typical), covered from head to foot in soapy bubbles. I heard hubby answer the phone and listened to hear if it sounded good, bad or neutral. I couldn’t tell.

Rinsing off as fast as possible and wrapping up in a towel, he handed me the phone, a quiet smile on his face.

An excited daughter was on the line. Had I seen her texts yet? Well no. I hadn’t made it downstairs yet! Technology is banned in our bedroom. Turns out her final exam results are out for her degree and, before final confirmation (hence the trying not counting poultry), it looks like she has a 2:1 (upper second).

I’m not allowed to tell anyone, so keep it under your hats please.

Happy Friday Eve

Cath, super-proud Mum xx