In no particular order..
- Saturday afternoon. One sprog camping overnight in Cornwall. One in town looking at shoes. Just me, the Women's Wimbledon Final, and a Magnum I had hidden at the back of the freezer.
Friday. Head of House, me, bottle of red wine taken in the grounds of Hargreaves Towers in the early evening.
- Friday afternoon around three pm. Realisation dawns that its nearly done for the week and a couple of days off is moving into view.
- Saturday night. All week I have been telling myself to try that dress on because I haven't worn it for ages and I don't want to be on the last minute because I know we have to be at the 'do' at 8pm and I also know that I don't have a Plan B as far as clothes for the evening go. But I never did try that dress on and now its 7:45, I am late as usual and I step into the dress in a state of dread and....it zips up perfectly!
A line of whites.
- Sunday morning. The pastor says "and now the children and young people are going to leave us" and as I watch them file out, laughing, chatting and holding hands (mainly the girls that one), I am struck by two things. How glad I am that I am not a youth leader anymore and how brilliant it is to watch these amazing young people in here on a Sunday Morning.
- Most nights of the week. Two adults. Two teens. Around the tea table. Laughing, sharing the day's events and interesting if sometimes combative (from Sprog One) conversation.
- One beach. Two Jacks. Half a dead seagull. Let joy be unconfined!
Does it really get any better than the Charlie Brown clan dancing to Sly and the Family Stone?
And I find to my surprise that I could go on. Try it for yourself. (well you can if you want to) you don't have to obviously. You may have had a better week than me!
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