Sorry for starting Bootroom Bingo, crepeys! It's just funny the way life turns out. As a teenager, I lived in semi-rural home counties, and despite not being posh (honest) owned a pony, rode in shows, and knew people who actually owned horse boxes. I imagined my life continuing in that vein, but with a job as a successful architect on the side.
Instead, I live in a rough-ish part of East London, in a smallish house, with no boot room let alone the whiff of tack. While I'm perfectly content, and have no interest in horses, I think I'm mildly jealous of those who continue to live 'my life'. Such as our more refined crepeys!
So... who else other than me shall I talk about. Stropps - glad to hear you sounding chipper, and wise words re DD and 'waste of life'. I think you are perfectly correct, though it takes a brave soul, such as you and DD, to not just go with the flow of societal expectations.
Mrs S - you are a marvel with your mum. I'm so glad she has finally accepted the care package, and hope she wises up that she's going to have to be nice to people if they going to continue to help her. Though as she hasn't learned this lesson so far, not sure what hope there is.
After an exhausting day yesterday of country park --> trampolining > dinner out > choir --> home for wine, DS and I are having a quiet day. I am still in my dressing gown, and DS is watching back-to-back You've Been Framed. I may venture into the garden shortly, and even more 'may' go swimming. Lots of the pools round here have those giant inflatable obstacle courses for the Easter hols, which I think DS is now just about capable of enjoying.