Thankfully, I've not come across any psycho dolls in the street, begging for a new home. And I STILL haven't resurrected Rita, the bald, slightly boss-eyed, non-bodied doll either. Cuckoo has kindly offered and I will probably take her up on her kind offer to fix Rita, but for the time being, I can kid myself that I am talented enough to do it myself. Despite not understanding the first thing about sewing.
I discovered a whole road packed with cherry tree shops this week which I can't believe has taken me 15 weeks to discover! There is everything from Oxfam to Scope and British Heart Foundation. A charity shop full of furniture which I didn't have time to visit and I need to go back when life has calmed down somewhat.
I did buy this book though.
|How retro can you get?! £1 my darlings, £1.|
Then after the hideous weather, there was the most glorious day here on Monday. I love living in a coastal town. I am still missing my old friends and my old haunts but being able to see the sea every day if I want is a massive healer.
|I've had worst Monday mornings, put it that way.|
The Prince and I often visit the sea after the school run - I love spending time with him so much. It was only at the weekend that it dawned on me that he starts school Sept 2013. As in next year. He doesn't even start preschool until this September so it's made me feel quite teary this week. Because I have no family and close friends here, he and I are joined at the seams. We've always had a deeper, more intense bond than I ever thought we had. I didn't think I would understand boys at all. I love my Princess with my entire soul. I couldn't imagine feeling the same about a boy, for some reason. I didn't understand trains and tractors and diggers. And boys clothes didn't appeal to me at all. I loved dressing my daughter in frothy, marshmallow pink netted tutus and floral tights and doing her hair. But I have been surprised with the Prince.
When the Princess is at school, the Prince is my soul mate. I don't need anything else but him during those moments.
|Playing at the seaside park|
|We try to solve mysteries (and give up).|
We found this on a beach hut.
I wish it didn't have to end. I always cry at these milestones. Am I alone in not wanting my children to grow up too fast? I love them at this age and the husband and I are always saying we want to bottle them up. It makes me want to have another baby, but then that baby would grow up too and I would feel just as bereft. Can't keep having them! Especially when I put on four stone each time!
Right, I need to get back to work now. I do love working from home. It's what I always wanted to do. Write from home. No commuting, no office clothes, go to the loo when I please, eat when I please, sort the washing when I please. It's been going well - I've been mainly re-writing and proof-reading an entire website. Done 25 pages so far. Phew!
Oh and on a final note. I took this pic just for a laugh when I walked past the shop. I need to mature it seems. And fast...