Poorly poorly

It's been a while and I've been busy, we took the caravan out on it's first trip away this year, we travelled to Welshpool and how lovely it was. True British weather didn't let us down we soaked up the one day of wonderful sun we got drenched in a full day of heavy rain and we were battered gently by the winds. We just loved it though we found a nature reserve with not a single person around...we picniced on local organic foods... we shopped in some lovely independent shops (a rare thing in this country, there should definitely be more of them) we ate cake... and more cake... we relaxed ... we argued over putting the awning up. We had nearly finished when one of our poles had got stuck one inside the other, at a last resort we drove off not talking to each other to find a garage, and a man (or woman) who could help us. We did, it was fixed and in no time at all we had the awning back up again, in time to sit and enjoy a lovely cup of tea in the afternoon sun. Here are some views of things we saw on a visit to Mongomery.

Moooooo

On Tuesday it was back to work, so so quiet on the roads with it being half term and no school run traffic. Our 45 minute drive to work was reduced to a leisurely 20mins.

Jo went down to Somerset on Wednesday to spend some time with her family, so I was left to defend for myself, already feeling tired, by Friday I think the change of routine had a bad effect on my Arthritis (and with the humid weather) I'd worn myself out and had to have the day off work.

I did venture to Wales yesterday to try my wedding dress on it's lovely, and my mum found a hidden gem in amongst her boxes of family heirlooms. A beautiful string of pearls that were her nans. When I tried them on they were exactly what I had been looking for, but I had realised that unless I spent a small fortune I wasn't going to get them, and here was my mum handing me some that were full of our family history to wear on my wedding. I have to admit I did get a little teary eyed.

Aren't they just lovely

My journey back to Birmingham was hmmmm ... interesting. At Wrexham General I boarded the train and sat in 1st class (it had been declassified due to the lack of carriages) but it wasn't your brand new shining new 1st class, oh no (I so wish I had my camera with me) it wasn't I'm not talking really old like victorian lined with wood, knowing me it was probably just 1990's, but it had plush big arm chair style seats in a deep red and blue a small table lamp on my table and dark pleated curtain at the window. I felt like royalty. I waved goodbye to the lush green countryside. I waved goodbye to the calfs in the field the 100's of lambs jumping in the sun, the many rabbits grazing at the edges of the fields, I watched as the landscape changed from fields to hills to mountains and back to fields, I gazed up at the blue skies and the rolling fluffy clouds. I felt so content as I read my book in peace and gazed out of the window from time to time to see the odd villages being added to the green fields, and see those turn to bigger villages and small towns to bigger towns and then the cities. More people boarded the train the further towards Birmingham the train moved along. Then Wellington and to Telford, at this point on the journey the masses piled on to the train, most pushing, grunting and moaning, soon my contentment was slowly taken away, the grey of the city clouded over me like the rain clouds stole the blue sky. I had to change at Wolverhampton to finish my journey to Birmingham, gone were the polite smiles, gone were the manners as everyone pushed off the train, and then pushed back on as the race began to find a seat for themselves and their luggage.

All is well though, my evening brightened up when my pigeon turned up in her shiny bright clean car (she'd spent most of the day cleaning, washing and hoovering her car in return for it's safe carriage to Somerset and back). Time for a curry, and Somerset cider and to finish it all off I got a little present, I hung it up on the nearest thing I could find. My smile is back in full swing.

It's baby bunting, delightful triangles in spots, flowes and stripes

This can't be right as I sit here typing, I'm sweating buckets (sorry not very lady like) I've stripped down to hardly anything (sorry too much information) I know I'm typing fast but even my feet are feeling this strangeness, I say this because it's not hot here (it's rarely hot in good olde England. In fact I sat with mum and Dad in there garden soaking up the sun, and we were discussing why we sat there for so long and why we risked getting burnt rather than cover up (although we were sitting under a parasol umberlla and Dad had a hat to protect his pale skin ontop of his head) and we came to the conclusion that we don't know when or how much of this gold we're going to get each year, so if there is any gold light shining from the skies we feel the need to lap it up, we stop everything we strip nearly bare and let the rays of sun tickle us, cover us, play with us and cook us. Oh sun how we worship you. Oh and my pigeon returned from the shops with some roses, so I rescued some hydrangea's from the garden to fill up my new Laura Ashley jug.

I'll end it here today and try and return tomorrow, I need to show you some delighful blogs and websites I've found, but I need to find sometihng to cool me down.