Bloody hell, don’t faint but it’s a blog post from me. They have been a bit thin on the ground in recent weeks I know. A combination of things really. Mostly absolute and total exhaustion. A total lack of energy to do anything, including blog, which really isn’t like me.
It’s been building for a while and suddenly it hit me when we were away in France where I still didn’t really get a chance to do nothing. All I have wanted all summer is a pyjama day (we will gloss over the fact I don’t own a pair of pyjamas), a day of totally doing nothing but knowing that all the cooking and cleaning and general household jobs were being done and that I didn’t have to think about anything other than what to watch next on Netflix or whether to have a Digestive or a chocolate finger. It didn’t happen. It can never happen and that really got to me recently.
Along with tooth ache. A toothache so bad I was on a combination of co-codamol and nurofen every four hours and still awake in the night crying in pain. I don’t do pain. I took myself off to the doc who said “We don’t really see you, do we?”. No you bloody don’t, give me all the drugs NOW. A trip to the dentist on Monday finally sorted me out. Dare I say my first trip in eight years. I know. Stare at me with that Paddington Bear hard stare. I just hate dentists. It generally hurts and then it costs a sodding fortune. So I don’t tend to bother.
Until it really hurts.
X-rays and a slapped wrist for brushing my teeth too vigorously (who knew you could be told off for brushing your teeth) and I was dispatched with a suggestion of an electric toothbrush.
We also had Jonnie’s birthday this week. My boy is no longer a teen. We celebrated by watching the Apple Event where he mentally spent about three grand, then had domino’s and watched Bake Off and Grand Designs. Not exactly rock and roll but I do love having all of us under one roof.
We ended this week at Goodwood. I have never been before, but my dad is a member and bought tickets for us to join him and Jonnie on Saturday. I knew people dressed up for the Revival Festival but I didn’t realise the extent some people would go to. It was fabulous and I could have people watched all day. It really was like taking a step back into 1950s England. Vintage ice cream stands, Brylcreme’d hair, seamed stocks and lots and lots of uniforms. It was fabulous. I will definitely be going again next year. And writing about it this week in a bit more detail.
It’s going to be another crazy week as we are off to Greece for a wedding on Thursday
And I might just get that pyjama day after all