Cushions xxx

So I have a cushion, I have a few, it may be a problem, but I digress.

This particular cushion states that happiness is a journey not a destination.

Every now and then, me and my girls meet up at a hotel in Newbury. We share the family room and we fill it with food, drink and laughter. We make ourselves go to the bar for a round each, but it’s pretty much in our pyjamas by 8pm, stuffing our faces and having a good proper giggle about anything and everything. Lou and I actually spent part of the evening with After Eights stuck to our faces trying to edge them in to our mouths only using facial muscles and no hands, listen, no one said we were sat in the room applying to Mensa.

The next morning we like to share a hangover, strong coffee and the best yummy hotel breakfast! No one talk about the diet!! Shh, what diet? Precisely!

Anywho the drive home could not have been more therapeutic!

Having had a good nights sleep, happy tanks filled with the love you get from long standing friendships and heading home to the heart of my family.

I will admit being a sucker for Steve Wrights Sunday Love Songs on BBC Radio 2 and he did not disappoint. It was an emotional rollercoaster. He played Harry Nillson’s I Can’t Live. Not having a brush to hand I had to improvise with my fist as a microphone, belting it out between laughter and tears. Laughter at myself for being such a nincompoop and happy tears remembering my Mum doing the same stood in her kitchen in Orpington. I’m telling you the driver behind must have thought I was having some kind of episode or bipolar at the very least! I was sat in the cocoon of my own car and simply didn’t care.

He played Richard Marx Angelina and I surprised myself at knowing all the words. Shirley Bassey Goldfinger, not an easy one to sing along to!

I nearly stopped the car a few times to take a photo. The A roads were lined with trees of russet reds, vibrant orange, golds, it was like they were on fire with Autumn. The sun was shining down and there were a few candyfloss clouds.

That’s when I thought of my cushion.

I arrived home the better, happier, more mentally stable version of me and was rewarded with engulfing hugs!

Life is to be enjoyed x x x