Mum of boys xxx 

I know I should write a blog, but I’m just not feeling it, but I told my friend I would to cheer her up.

To be honest, I feel like I’ve been slapped around the face with a frozen tuna, a whole one, have you seen the size of those things? I’m not talking in a tin. 

As much as I love the Summer holidays they are non stop, especially when you’re trying to keep up the day job. 

I’ve raised my coffee strength a couple of notches. The accompanying heart palpitations are reassuring and give me an in house beat to get things done to. 

Tuesday and Thursdays we have off. Tuesdays tend to be decompress, Thursdays tend to be with friends.

This Tuesday was a dream, blissfully slow and lazy. 

We’d had a wonderful weekend in Kent at a “framily” (friends who have become family) annual bbq. We took shots the minute we arrived Friday night, including Ollie who decided he preferred Archers to Cointreau. At 8 years old that’s good to know! Harry abstained, but settled for a sip of Corona with lime. 

“Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well-preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming ‘Wow! What a Ride!” As written by Hunter S Thompson. 

We’re not going to go as all out as Ozzy Osbourne, bats in our garden are safe, but we’ll give it a good beating! 

I went to get Harry out the bath last night and caught him farting into an empty shampoo bottle and sniffing it.  He’s a curious boy! 

Tuesday morning we gave the dogs a walk at Bluebell Woods. We pretty much always have it to ourselves and it’s a magical place where there always seems to be a breeze rustling through the trees, makes me feel like I’m in the Hobbit. 

We’d barely made it out the car before Ollie got fresh in his pants as he likes to call it. If Ollie ever makes it big I imagine him strutting round his condominium wearing nothing but a leopard print banana hammock, a massive feather boa and a shiny cowboy hat sipping on some kind of cherry spritz or something like that. 

Harry will be the more sensible, dependable and solid one, but they’re good together. 

I tell them daily how lucky they are to have each other, really want to hammer that one home! 

Just read the bit to Ollie about his attire and he completely agreed, but wanted to add that if he became rich he’d have a room filled with teddies and squishymallows and a giant teddy he could beat up if he was feeling angry. Now I’ve got to take him shopping for some leopard print pants because he thought they sounded great and would like to find a matching oody! 

Best be off, it’s friends day today and I also have to pack for the weekend! Beachfest in Bournemouth, can’t wait for that! 

Love and hugs, kisses and wishes.