Well hello summer holidays! Two weeks of blissful family activities, delightful day trips and happy memories. As if. Any parent knows that the summer holidays are the single most stressful period of time for any mum and dad, especially when you are working and trying to balance out of sync childcare, riot running children and your own mood which will already be rather doom and gloom at the prospect of what is still lying ahead of you.
Despite the best intentions, it’s been more of a chill week than anything else, but the nthe weather has not really been that great so I think we can use this as an excuse. We did have a couple of long overdue catch ups with friends, started sorting out school stuff – let’s try and be prepared this year – and attempted the dreaded chore of sorting out wardrobes. Boys done, mine still to go. Wonder why that is…… Any advice on how to ruthlessly tackle mountains of clothes you know you haven’t worn in years will be gratefully received.
Saturday has been travel time again, this time to the Pas-de-Calais for a week of beach holidays with my parents. Taking the car to Dover and crossing the channel on the ferry is still one of my favourite things to do despite the massive stress of having to drive on the wrong side of the road on the continent. Which is never really that bad but of course you imagine it to be horrendous.
I love the ocean. I have traveled a lot to hotter places in the last few years, but I have to say, I feel much more at ease in the Northern countries. I prefer cold to warm. The rugged shores of Northern France will always be one of my favourite places to chill and unwind. How much I get to do with my parents and children together 24/7 is another matter. I’m not the best having constant company forced upon me, let alone being pushed into the role of permanent mediator. We shall see.
Much love marvelous people. Candidly yours, TC.