Delightful Days

Been a good week, in the end. Yes, the return to work was as depressing as forgetting to buy a lottery ticket the week your numbers came out, but since Tuesday evening I’ve felt better and got back into the same old sad routine. Philippa was a great help, as she pointed out the obvious – just because it’s cloudy, doesn’t mean it’s not Summer. It’s July, it’s warm, it’s not raining, so I’ve had an evening cycle, a mini-BBQ and we’ve had a picnic on the beach. (not all this morning, I should point out).

In a way, I’m glad it hasn’t been thirty degrees and baking sunshine, because it meant less of ‘The Crazy People’ were out in the places I wanted to go to. We couldn’t have taken Mathew to the beach if he was going to get roasted and sunburnt, but because it was about 22 and overcast on Thursday evening we were able to hit the sand. It wasn’t ‘a Summer scene’ but it was dry, warm, extremely pleasant and almost deserted! We had a whale of a time, Mathew more than most.

Yet ANOTHER plus of parenthood – I am actually seeing positives in the awful British climate!

RC 25-7-20