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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
I hope you do manage to get that PJ day and that the Greek weddding is fabulous. Mich xx
So happy that the toothache is sorted, there is no pain more hideous to endure! I’m thinking you need to schedule a pyjama day into your hectic life… although that’s much easier said than done when you’re also a mum.