If you have followed my blog from the beginning you are either mad or family but you will have read this post from earlier in the year:
The Day we had an Absolute Blast
A post about the day Absolute Radio broadcast the breakfast show and a gig by KT Tunstall from our lounge. But also why September 24th is such a poignant date.
September 24th 2009 was the day Bruce’s beloved brother took his own life.
September 24th 2010 was the day Christian O’Connell said “Tanya it is you, we are coming to Fleet”
September 24th 2011? The day we await a 6 tonne satellite the size of a bus to hit earth “somewhere”.
This pretty much sums up life at Barrow Towers. It is a never ending roller coaster. No two days are ever the same and over the past few years we have seen terrible terrible lows. None of us have ever got over the loss of Rog, and of course, we never will. We miss him and I think about him everyday.
It seemed remarkable that a year to the day from that terrible low we won this big competition and it diverted our thoughts from how to get through that day.
I am such a huge believer in karma that I refuse to believe it was a coincidence. Preferring to believe that the man who rearranged our solar lights in the garden to read “tit” across the middle of lawn, an act I yelled at him for at the time, helped us to win.
To the high of the day Absolute turned up and took over our house. From watching KT Tunstall sing live in front of our fish tank, to Richie dropping a birthday cake on the carpet we loved every second. And continue to love the 47″ TV that was part of the prize.
To where we are today. The past year has seen more highs and lows but more on par with what you would expect from a family of five. Mr B’s dad is currently in hospital having suffered a stroke last month. An amazingly funny man who may not have a lot of feeling in his left foot right now but has lost none of his charm or quick wit. Keeping the nurses and physios on their toes with his dry sense of humour and charm. Lady Barrow (not a “proper” lady in the landed gentry sense, but a £49 Scottish landowner Lady. And in my eyes a True Lady) is proving once again that nothing is too much trouble. Running Wilmslow single handed whilst making sure that Jim has visitors everyday and focuses on getting home. Well the grass needs cutting.
My parents have had their own trials and tribulations in the last year but are as amazing as ever. They are leaving the UK today to do a three week rally around the Med in their 1951 Jaguar XK140 “Beastie”. As you do.
Mr B has started a new job this week that has seen him go back to fourteen hour days. The three mini Bs are no longer so mini and will all be teenagers by the end of this year. They continue to make me proud on a daily basis.
The last year has seen me start blogging after much badgering from a certain @superamazingmum. Something I am now loving and can only apologise to all of you for when I click “Publish” and I know that more drivel has just hit subscribers inboxes.
And it saw me tweeting more. And then some. Ahem. Sorry to all my followers. I have met some amazing people through Twitter. Some still only out there in the cyber world such as @emmabphilosophy and @claireonthewww but some in “real life” like @gowercottage and all of the @ocbreakfastshow tribe
I have no idea what the next year will bring. I have no idea what will be happening this afternoon in all honesty.
But I do hope you will stick around to find out.
Please raise a glass this weekend. To family. We wouldn’t be who we all are without them. And to friends. Be they distant, as in we haven’t seen them for a while, online, or best mates round the corner. Regardless of geography a friend is a friend and should be saluted.
I shall be raising a glass to all the friends and family we have lost in the past few years too.
I better get a few more bottles in, it is going to be a boozy weekend.