The 9th of July.
Home. Holiday is lovely but home is just better. My bed, my shower (I and more importantly my hair is super clean), my armchair. I cannot wait to go to sleep tonight.
We had an early start and I’m glad I got up when I did, because while I was having breakfast, the builders next door started using what I can only assume was a power saw? A continuous, high-pitched whining noise, just delightful.
Packed up all our belongings, did a sweep of the house to check we hadn’t missed anything, and we were out of the door by ten to ten. The Dorset Seafood Festival started today, so after getting coffee, Mommy and I had a look at all the stalls but it was mainly street food to eat there and then which we had no intention of doing, and none of the interesting demonstrations were on until much later, so by eleven, we were on the road home!
We stopped for lunch and to visit the Gloucester services, but the traffic was all pretty good and we got home just after four. Unpacked all the things, then I thought I would shower right away; my hair was so full of product and my skin all covered in suncream which leaves a residue that I am not a fan of.
Tonight I must update my blog. I have been somewhat neglectful while away.
The 10th of July.
Well, Britain has done some good sport today. Now we just need to win the mixed doubles and we’ll be three for three! And it would be preferable if Portugal lost at the football but I am not really invested in that.
Sleeping in my bed was just delicious, oh how I love a mattress that I don’t sink into and having a plug socket in a sensible place. I got up to watch Katherine and Joe on Sunday Brunch, and I relished the ability to make my own coffee and have it taste good. Then my friend Dan who is home for the weekend came round for a brew, a catchup and many bear hugs. We have been friends for ten years and can fall back into our rhythm so easily, there are never any awkward silences.
After he’d gone back home to help his dad build his website, I watched Hamilton win the Grand Prix with Daddy while I crocheted a little kitty in a teacup, although I had to stop at three for lunch. Grandma came as obviously we haven’t seen her all week so I was showing her my sunburn over the table.
Tennis, more crocheting. Had to stop to watch the last few points. I did some involuntary screams at stressful moments. I finished the kitty while I caught up on Limitless, and now I really need to finish my Anthony Nolan speech before I talk to the chap about it tomorrow!