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Welcome to the 'talking tub' - pure homemade therapy! That's what we have decided the hot tub has given us - a place to have those conversations that you might not find the space or time to have elsewhere... unless you are Glenn of course, in which case it's a place to be alone with your iPad. He heads off there quite often, grumbling that he's only using it because no-one else is, then emerges about an hour later looking very flushed. I think he secretly quite likes it!

In reality with all that's going on, between coronavirus and 2 adolescent daughters in the house, we need a space for catching up on the little but important things in life. Despite still spending way more time in the house than ever before, life appears to be rushing by as quickly as it ever was and I cant believe that we are nearly into August. Before you know it the summer holidays will be over and (fingers crossed) the girls will be back in school. The nights are noticeably drawing in and although we are seeing some lovely sunny days, we also have the regular cooler days which are a precursor to the end of summer.

This weekend has been therapeutic in a number of other ways. On Saturday our yoga class was finally able to restart in person - no more Zoom yoga! It was so lovely to be back in the studio, and although only 10 of us could be in the room and everyone else joined remotely, it was a joy to be back with yogi friends after 16 weeks of only seeing them on the screen. Having been worried that I'd lost a bit of form having only practised on my own I felt really strong once back in the studio so I think I've managed to muddle through. It's lovely to know that we can move forward now with a combination of classes and the Zoom option means I can join classes while in France - double treat!

After yesterday's biblical rain (and 4 hour power cut which made Glenn happy as he could wheel out the generator and plug the house into it), today we braved the beach. I say braved as the weather was pretty breezy and I'm not one for a summer beach outing, but we got away at a good time (helped by offers of a MacDonald bacon roll on the way) and me and the kids plus Izzy's friend Clare set off for Hengistbury Head near Bournemouth. The beach is a spur and has one side sheltered from the weather which gets very busy, and the other exposed to all the English Channel can through at it. The upside of this is that is was almost deserted and so while we didn't have the beach all to ourselves, it was very quiet considering and the kids wasted no time getting into the waves. It was fab to see them spending the best part of the next 3 hours in the sea jumping waves and generally getting a battering from the water - braver than me! The plan was then to walk up to the headland but they were cold and wanted to go home which suited me perfectly - I'd had 3 hours reading my book, something I would never normally do in the day time and it was a very pleasant way to spend the time but enough is enough. It was a lovely beach though - definitely one to revisit on the winter time with Bertie.

So back home, normal Sunday chores and then getting ready for a busy week and then 2 weeks off - France here we come, finally!!

Guinea Pig watching - you never know when the opportunity
might arise to chase one!

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