Two weekends running away, three days in London this week: and all my plans for the weekend have turned into lying on the sofa watching Teen Mom, Mama June and (now I’ve finally rehydrated and gotten into a sitting position, The Assassination of Gianni Versace. So many episodes of things to catch up with.
Meanwhile, N has finally started to empty out the stuff that has been sitting in the spare-spare room (henceforth known as Thing1’s room) for the last two and a bit years. This is long overdue. He has found his Nan’s elephant and we now have it on display. I like having small, special things like that out. It gives continuity. I also like pictures and embroderies (must actually put some of those up properly). I had such plans: gardening. Organising. Printing. There is time enough tomorrow and next weekend. Today, though, we need to recharge. Thing1 sulked all morning but seems happier and more active for my hydrating and resting. Heck. I feel a bit happier. I don’t feel like I’m being lazy. I feel like I needed this.Happy me makes for a happy Thing1. Xxxx
To “You are my Sunshine”
You are my bumpford, my little bumpford,
You make me happy, when skies are grey.
You’ll never know bump, how much I love you.
Let’s sing and dance today.
(That said, too much dancing and a glass of prosecco sent Thing1 to sleep at last week’s wedding. So it’s more of a gentle sway than a dance…)
Hottest London Marathon evah (seriously. Today is so much better for running!) 3:38:34, so faster than he ran Tokyo or Boston. And that shiny 6 star medal.
I discovered I can still just about jog (I don’t recommend it at 6 months) in order to get myself to the 400m to go point (and I saw him! And he heard me!).
And then there were burgers. So proud.
I began with a full glass. At 5 minutes, I paused.
Then it really wasn’t long before I was done. I think I should have bought a 2 litre bottle yesterday. Particularly considering I was swigging straight from the bottle by the time I reached the road. My Grandpop would have been appalled.
No. Really. Milk please. Now.
(says she who’s just had a large glass of milk and two mini Babybel).
Thing1 has a thing for milk. Thing1 LURVES the milk. To the point that between Friday night (when the food delivery arrived) and Monday evening, I consumed six pints of the stuff. I’ve had about three more since then. I feel that this is slightly obscene. I have gone from trying to eat a vegan-ish diet to wanting all the milk and most of the meat as well.
I shall be waving my calcium tablets at the midwife this afternoon, as, really, this is faintly ridiculous, since I’ve also had two macaroni cheeses, 10 mini Babybel and two large milkshakes since Friday night. Along with various milky decaf coffees. Given the option, I would have had macaroni cheese for lunch today. Apart from the fact that I had it for supper last night, and there was leftover frittata to finish off.
In other news, I appear to be attempting to nest (or, at least, trying to tidy out my study), and knit all the things (photos will follow). I managed to wind three skeins of yarn yesterday. Two for a gorgeously soft alpaca cardigan. One for the Ysolda Yarn Club shawl (yes. I signed up for a yarn club after several years of hiatus from the Blue Moon Rockin’ Socks Club. Which, incidentally, is a great yarn club. I LOVED it when I was a member. But it took me too long to knit everything up). Both items are grey. To match the sky out there.