The Bank Holiday, um, holiday!

I had three days off for Bank Holiday which was absolutely lovely and a real treat to spend three days with my family.

The ex moved into a fab new house which is like being in the middle of the country with trees and a lake! He seems to have most things organised but of course my excellent supervisory skills were in high demand (not!).

We had the opportunity to do lots of walking this weekend as the weather was so good in Sussex - we didn't get the rain until Monday. I was sleeping in a sleeping bag this weekend which made me very nostalgic for childhood times spent in the back garden camping - especially when you knew you could come back in if you were frightened!

We were feeding a friend's cat this weekend too (Popsy my cat has retreated to the bottom shelf of the bookcase since the move). The ex was greeted by a dead pigeon and a mouse who now walks with a limp - nice.

I cooked a roast dinner for 7 people (OK 6.5 with Indie being so small) on Monday and we had all the family around - it's rare for me to cook for so many and I really enjoyed myself - perhaps because I don’t do it so often - and I felt like the Italian mama with her brood around her.

My grand daughter is really starting to chat now which is great - although strangely when she says Hello it is in a Swedish accent. No idea where that has come from but it causes great laughter.

I drove back home with the rain starting - encountering two very fast people carriers determined to stay in the middle lane and apparently racing each other. Interesting mode of transport boy racers are taking on these days I thought - until I saw that there were two very petite women at the wheel in both cases, one I am sure having to sit on a cushion. Perhaps a bad day with the in-laws and they were taking their aggression out Formula One style on the M27 - who knows? I also came home to a small lake on my balcony - my guttering is blocked - much scooping later and I was out of my bikini and inside in the warm again!

Into the shower - I was trying out my new shampoo, which I realised smells of pineapple. What is the obsession with wanting to smell like a fruit trifle? Yuk! My hair is very shiny today though so something's working - just need to meet someone now with a love of fruity smells and I will be fine!

Talking of meeting a new man, a large spot has appeared on the end of my nose, which isn't very attractive. This has popped up just in time for meeting my new neighbour upstairs, who looks rather charming - a large hat maybe? Or perhaps a veil?!