My evening stroll didn’t quite go according to plan last night. I planned a romantic stroll with my husband, in the warm night air holding hands like we were teenagers again. These plans were altered when my little princess asked to accompany us, of course, without hesitation she was welcomed. The more the merrier!
As soon as we left the house and closed the garden gate little princess started. There was a running commentary on who she liked and disliked at school, who said this, and who said that. A sharp intake of breath, then she recounted a “He said, she said” conversation, followed by a He did, and she did not saga. Continuing on with what she wants me to buy her, and what she wants to wear. The commentary was peppered with OMG! OMG! and OMG! Blah, blah, blah and BLAH!. This continued right up until we returned back to the garden gate.
But, you know something? I will not complain and I will listen to everything she says and reply with interest, because there may be a time in the future during her teenage years, I may not be able to get a word out of her, as she matures into a stroppy teenager. I doubt this will happen, and hope it won’t, but you never know! For now she is my little one, and I’m all ears!
For some reason today, I was like a woman possessed. Rising from my warm comfortable bed (believe it or not I still have the electric blanket in place – just in case!) I began. I got my little madam ready for school, and packed her off with Dad on the school run, dog in tow. Next, I opened the freezer to decide what was best for this evenings meal and thought “Hmm! a little too much frost in there” so I made a start. I emerged frost-bitten and wishing I hadn’t done that. I ascended the stairs to change, on my descent I picked up a sock, left by one of the kids. Again thought “Hmm!, I’ll must give these stairs a quick sweep” So I made a start. When I finally reached the bottom, I placed the sock in the laundry basket and again though “Hmm!, maybe I will just wash the whites” so I made a start. Whilst clothes were tumbling I made a bowl cereal, when I finished, I went to place the finished cereal box into the recycle bin in the garden. When outside, I thought “Hmm!, the sun’s out today I could make a start on taming the bushes”, so I made a start. After three hours of unexpected toil, I emerged with scratches and sore fingers from numerous rose thorn pricks, and certainly wishing I hadn’t done that.
I showered and changed again and went to pick up little madam from the second school run of the day. On our return, my mind turned to preparing dinner, and then realised at the start of the of the day, when rising from my slumber, looking in the freezer for tonight’s meal, I realised didn’t actually take anything out of the freezer to defrost. Teeth clenched!!
I caught sight of the washing machine, and realised it needed unloading. So I made a start. My husband returned and it was chat, chat, chat and cuddles all round and unknowingly he said “you look like a woman possessed, why bother tonight, shall we have pizza?”. He read my mind, so I made my final start, a beeline for the phone.
Isn’t it strange how I didn’t miss TV of any description when we lived in Cyprus, but here in London, I feel as though I miss out on all the neighbourhood gossip in TV soap land if I forget to watch Eastenders or Coronation Street. We would spend many evenings sitting on the balcony watching the sunset and didn’t really care what was on Cyprus TV (even though we did have some english speaking channels). I believe it all has to do with the weather.
Cyprus enjoys over 300 days of sunshine a year, so we had more of an outdoor lifestyle. The children’s school day began at 7am and ended at 1pm, so quite often afternoons were spent enjoying fun picnics at the beach.
Garden barbeques were another favourite or tending my large vegetable patch, with various fruit and olive trees, as well as feeding our farm animals which included chickens, rabbits and our lovely baby goat Lola, who would answer “baa” whenever I, and only I, called her name.
However, we did at one stage have a particularly wet winter. This was always welcome by the locals as the summers were always hot and dry, and fears of a drought were always the hot topic of conversation.
Anyway, as I was saying, this particular winter, we craved a little comfort and watched four, yes four, of the Harry Potter films in succession, wrapped in blankets in front of the log fire. I have to say even though I absolutely loved the hot, sunny days on the beach and the fish meze dishes at the seaside restaurants, this memory stays with me, as a warm moment in my life. A creature comfort!!