Shabs.............report to me please
Well girls for once I am glad to be home! Trip down on Mon was ok, took 6 hours but we took our time nad had a pic-nic. Arrived at the lodge, stunning location, woodland, safe for the kids who ran off leaving us to unpack the car and struggle up the hill to our home for the next 4 days.Opened the door and my heart sank, old, well used, grubby and smelt damp....................oh I could go on. Anyway, unpacked, opened the windows and then popped opened some fizz and we all jumped into the hot tub................blissssssss. Went to bed late, Harry and Thomas had the twin roon downstairs by the bathroon and only loo. Becca chose to sleep in the single bed on the mezzanine which was under the eaves, James slept with me in the smallest double bed I have ever seen. Now I say slept, Becca kept bumping her head on the beams, Harrys bedroom door kept sticking and he was up 2/3 times to empty Gladys, James wriggled, snored, ground his teeth ALL night, then he fell out of bed, the slats under the bed were all broken and the matress fell through! Finally doze off some time after 2am, then aghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh every starling, crow, cuckoo, blackbird woke up at 3.45am, as did the toddler in the next lodge!! This was the pattern for the next three nights. Tues was lovely, we took the steam train up to Minehead, the sun shone, came back and had supper, Becca palled up with two girls who were also staying there and brought them round to us, then the war started, boys against girls, truly. One girl Tamara told Becca that she had to take tablets everyday because she gets angry all the time. Then she told James that she thought we were a weird family and a weak family! She then upset Thomas by saying she thought Harry was their grandad, Thomas said their dad was very ill with cancer, she said he still looked like a grandad. This made me rush to the freezer looking for the kippers Shabs! When Rebecca finally came in I had a quiet word with her, noly for her to say I never let her have any friends and she hates Thomas and James! The next day we wake up to pouring rain and thick mist, Harry is not feeling good so we stay put all day, a long boring day and I go off to bed by 8.30pm. Thurs is a little brighter, Harry is feeling better and wants to walk around a lake, except that after 30 mins walking he just couldnt do it, I felt sorry for him, we used to walk miles. So back home we went and the rot set in! He was obviously feeling low and rotten, I felt angry, angry that this bloody disease has changed everything yet again. The kids went off to the games room, James came back in tears, the pool table wasnt working, someone had jammed up the money slot, couldnt play ping pong, someone had taken the bats! Becca went off with the dreaded Tamara and Philippa and they were making fun of Thomas who really lost it with them. Harry has wanted to do a bbq to give me a break from cooking, but by 7pm he was too tired, so I said it didnt matter I would throw all the meat in the oven, it had to be cooked as we were leaving the next morning. The bloody red hot oven door fell off onto my foot................the last straw girls, the last straw. 6 hours drive home on Frid, and 5 lots of washing later I can truly say I am glad to be home! Oh.................and I have missed you all!