Remember that wishful thinking last blog? The bit where I said I'd be complaining about the heat in my next blog?
Not going to happen, been sea mist and rain pretty much since then. Actually I lie, yesterday was a really nice day - which was great because it was fathers day. Husband decided he wanted to walk along the cliff path to a cafe which one of our friends owns.
It's a really nice cafe actually, a real local icon. It sits on the cliff top and has a great pitch and putt that's part of the cafe. They do really well out of it and have won loads of awards. The food is really yummy. If you're in the Brighton area its well worth a visit - it is just above the Marina in Roedean.
It didn't look like it was going to be a nice day so I packed a rucksack with raincoats for us all, going out these days is a bit like when you have a baby. Pack what you need, then pack face masks, then make sure you've got some hand sanitiser. Tissues as well because facemasks immediately make my nose run.
I've gone out several times recently without my purse and phone because I've been concentrating so hard on all the other bits.
Aaaaaaaaaaaanyway, by the time we hit the cliff path and were sheltered from the wind the sun came out and it was absolutely sweltering. It was a really nice walk actually - well if you discount all the bloomin electric scooters. We've not walked to the cafe on the cliff path before we normally go along the road. When we got to the bit where the cafe was at the top I had the horrific realisation that I was going to have to walk up a vertical road to get to the top.
I don't know about you, but I don't do up. I hate climbing hills - I'm much more of a 'what's around the corner' kinda person. Often when husband and I go walking together we end up separating because he wants to know what's at the top of the hill and I want to know what's around the corner! Fortunately we end up meeting again - he just walks down the other side of the hill and meets me as I round the corner!
I was really proud of myself, I made it all the way up the hill and wasn't even out of breath. I definitely felt I had earned my lunch though. That said as it's a cafe and I'm not eating carbs at the moment (ho hum, back to that later) I ended up having a salad as the cafe tends to focus on carb laden items (yum).
On Friday son had a friend over - so exciting - a bit like the real world. I asked what they wanted for supper and they asked for Pizza - I felt a bit jealous - next thing you know I'd ordered pizza in for the whole family. The problem was that when I woke on Saturday I definitely knew I'd hit the carbs again, it was sitting in my stomach like a lump of lead. I've got to start being well behaved again. I did so well before Christmas, but what with new job and the worlds longest winter I've been utterly rubbish since then. What's worse is some of the weight I lost is going back on.
When sons friends mother turned up (really nice lady - I like her lots), she said 'oh you've got wings' (I mentioned my cardigan with wings on the back didn't I???). I was so guilty about the pizza I thought she said 'are you having twins'. I was quite taken aback for a moment!
Saturday was also a bit like normal - we have an open house on Saturday - anybody that feels alone and wants some company can turn up for supper. I just need a few hours notice to bump up the amount I'm going to cook. So friend and son were already coming over and then I got a call mid-afternoon from another friend who wanted to come along. Perfect amount of people - meant we were not breaking any rules and could have quite a bun fight.
I'm getting over irritated by all of the restrictions now. So many (including me) are double jabbed. For sporting events they're letting everybody do whatever they want, but for everything else we're still locked down. I'm getting to the point of rebellion and am beginning to think that there's something underhand going on. As I've been super good throughout the pandemic it makes me suspect that everybody else feels the same. Thus if they don't sort it out soon I think we'll all start stamping feet big time.
Especially with school summer holidays coming up. Son is off for a ridiculous amount of time this year. He breaks up on 12th July and doesn't go back until 19th September! That's a loooooong time to keep somebody entertained. Last year was ok because I was on furlough. It's different this year. It's going to be a challenge.
We're also trying to sort out a birthday party for son in September (we have to book early so we can get invitations out before summer holidays). So hard when you don't know what we'll be able to do. He wanted to do paintballing - it's £300!!!!! I'm simply not prepared to pay that for a couple of hours entertainment for kids. Still we've found a VR place locally that does VR parties. Sounds quite cool, I think we'll do that instead, son not too disappointed. He's quite understanding when we say 'nope too much'. Especially as most of his friends have loads more cash that we do.
How nice to be able to write about some normal stuff. Hoorah, long may it last.
Just got WhatsApp from son who has taken all his tests and exams over past couple of weeks. First results back in were good - however, I think he may not do so well for English. He sent a photo of his German exam paper with the results written on it and in his message said...... Look I got 100 present!
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