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Sunshine!

Woo hoo - we've had some sunshine and more is predicted for this week! After what feels like weeks of rain it was so nice yesterday to be able to throw open the doors in the kitchen and welcome the sun in. This weekend has been manic. We had friends round on Friday night and Saturday afternoon, I had a yoga morning yesterday and it was Izzy's birthday party #1 today. In between this I was trying to at least establish what's been happening in the garden under all that water, and Glenn was trying to do a few bits as well - we've basically not stopped.


Izzy's party was  a chance for her and 3 of her friends (this time the 4-square crew) to go to Go Ape in Southampton. The forecast was for rain (again!) but in fact it held off literally until the moment they finished and then the heavens opened. We had lunch under a shelter and came home for a couple of hours of playing, Birthdays are definitely getting more civilised! Once again Abi found the course much more of a challenge than Izzy, but marginally less so in reality than Izzy's friend Krishna who was shaking from top to toe and at one point I thought she might fall off with fear. She managed to conquer it though with brilliant coaching from Glenn on the ground who talked her through the whole lot. Who knew that Mr Grumpy 'I don't see why I need to come' would turn into the star of the day?! Without his support and guidance I really don't think she'd have managed to get round and I was so proud of him for being so great and her for sticking with it. All that fear for the 10 second thrill of the zip line at the end - sums up the human psyche I guess!


This evening we dropped everyone back at respective homes and came home to slump in a heap after so much socialising this weekend. Abi drifted off to the dog bed to cuddle the dogs and watch You-Tube, Izzy and I to the kitchen table to draw and paint (her on paper, me on glass) and Glenn to his iPad for whatever it is he watches... domestic calm restored!


Abi has had a wonderful week at Angie's and we finally managed to sort her phone out for when she is away. Turns out we had the settings incorrectly set up and it was using any available credit of data before using the Wi-Fi (why would that be something you would want to do?!?). This meant the reason she didn't have any credit was because she'd used it all before even leaving the house! Once we had this sorted and had paid another £20 it lasted her all week - doh! As ever she came home buzzing, desperate for her own horse (and field), filthy and starving - clearly a good week then! She spent an hour today on various property websites searching for properties for us to buy. When we walked the dogs this evening I spent the whole walk trying to explain to her the magnitude of upping our mortgage by 50% so she can have a couple of areas, a ménage and stables - it's just not going to happen!!


So, back to work and back to school for the kids on Wednesday. I have to do half a day tomorrow (from home, not too bad) and then it's Manchester / London / Reading / Home and the weekend again - no wonder the weeks pass so quickly! Scarily its just 5 weeks to go now and Kerrie gets married - eek!




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