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At the beginning of April I will be 50. A few weeks ago everyone was asking me what I wanted, I didn't know, apart from a new patio, but now I do know, I want a dolls house. A large, very posh, Georgian style dolls house, with electricity. I don't want any furniture, just a basic, empty, undecorated shell for me to do with what I want. I know it's sad, but it really appeals to me, I can collect things in an ordered way. I won't have to fill my own house with clutter, I can do it with the dolls house. Once the idea came to me I went onto my favourite place (E-Bay) and looked at what I could put into my miniture residence, and there's tons of stuff, furniture, ornaments, light-fittings. There would be no more buying pushchairs (I've now bought three), I'd be bidding on teeny little irons, the postage would be minimal, but the opening of the package just as exciting. I've been telling everyone what my hearts desire is, and they all think I'm joking. It's only a matter of time though, if it isn't there for my b'day, then I shall buy one for me and........I won't let anyone else play with it.
Bank Holiday???
What holiday? We are a team member down for the next 10 weeks, she had a crooked toe so has had an op which involved breaking it, ouch, and is now in plaster. It was hectic over the weekend, finishing at 7pm, and then one early hours start (5am) for a lovely homebirth, first baby, little boy, Archie. Now I'm off though, two whole weeks without one meeting, mandatory study day, or any other reason to set foot in 'Boot Camp'. Well, apart from daughters antenatal on Friday, or if she goes into labour. The lump has started growing again, she can't fit in one end of her kitchen any more, excellent excuse as to why she can't cook as she can't get to the fridge! Hubby spent the weekend at their house putting skirting-boards up in their bedroom, once I've made the curtains that will be one room finished, hurrah.
Jack's Mummy and Daddy have put an offer in on a house. They have been forced into a corner really, long, convoluted story, but they are being evicted from their present abode. I could rant at length about council officials etc. Hopefully though, it will all turn out to be a blessing, as it has forced them to make the move.
Today I bought ANOTHER pushchair, this time it's a double buggy. Yes, it was off E-Bay. Excellent buy, hardly used, local collection, and only cost £37, a bargain. Hubby's comment was "Do they do triple buggies?" I am now swearing off pushchairs, it's Boho I'm watching now.
Until the rain started I managed to make a good start on the garden. Gave the grass (I hesitate to use the description 'lawn') it's first cut, after a fight with the bl**dy lawnmower. Whilst counting to a thousand, as I yanked hopefully at the starter cord, I realised that Hubby and I are at the end of a cul-de-sac, figuratively speaking. With our off-spring, whenever something goes wrong for them, physical, emotional or mechanical, they know we will sort-it, or give solace, support. When something goes wrong for us, thats it, the buck has stopped, we are at a dead-end. I shared this insight with Hubby as he dismantled the lawnmower, he thought for a moment and then came out with " We are not at a dead-end, we are at the top of the tree". If he wasn't covered in oil I would have hugged him.
3 more days, then it's the blue rinse for me.