Photo 5 is a quick snap of my birthday china and a bit of useless information for you. Did you know if you hold a bone china plate to the light and place your hand behind it you can see through it. I didn't, but I do now.
I thought I'd start by posting a few photos of our week at the van. We tend to do the same things when we're over there, walks along the front, a trip to the park, maybe some shopping and lots of pottering around, taking it easy. This time was a little different because it was my birthday and I woke up to banners, balloons and lots of cards. My birthday bash was a trip to the casino where I won the princely sum of £37.
We don't eat out very much but decided we'd have a quick lunch in the hotel we went to when Matthew, Sophie and Sienna came over at Easter. I asked for a simple egg and cress sandwich and this was served. For £4.50 there were no grumbles and we'll definitely be going back.
It wasn't the most relaxed lunch. Thomas had been suffering with headaches for a couple of days and one came on just as we'd ordered. I'm wondering if they're migraines because dark glasses and a sleep seemed to sort them out. He's flat out here. Thankfully they seem to have cleared up, but I'll be making an appointment for him at the opticians just to get his eyes checked.
Aunty Edith and Ken came over one afternoon and we spent a lovely couple of hours on the front eating fish and chips and ice-cream, watching the children on the boats and the donkeys.
Mark bought Thomas an electric scooter. Last year he fell off his normal one and twisted his ankle so badly we thought it was broken and ended up in A&E, so I knew something would happen but I didn't realise how quickly. Within 10 minutes he'd fallen off and had 2 nasty cuts to his knees. There was blood and I don't do blood but credit where it's due, Mark patched him up and after putting on long trousers, he got back on and set off again, albeit at a very slow pace.
Returning home is the worst part of any holiday for me because of the mountain of washing and ironing that needs doing. This time though there were some lovely surprises in the post. A beautiful hand sewn card from Sadie. The detail is lovely. She sews some gorgeous samplers and I'm always really impressed with her lettering.
And a card and some yummy chocolate from Rachel. She very kindly sent me 2 lots but one was consumed within a couple of hours of me opening it and before taking a photo.
Plus there were lots of lovely birthday wishes from all you lovely people. Thank you all so much. It's lovely that you take the time to leave messages, they are all very much appreciated.
I thought about whether to post the next photo or not but me and Mark can't stop laughing when we look at it and it's one of those daft ones that needs to be kept. I walked into Thomas' room last night and was met with this. I've no idea how he's managed to get out of shoes, shorts and undies in this way, but he has. The thing that made us laugh was it looks as though he's vaporised into thin air. Obviously there's no top as he never wears one.
The garden has come on a treat in the week we've been away. Sweet peas have doubled in size, petunias are flowering in abundance, geraniums are about to bloom, there are 2 buds on my rose and the clematis is out.
I made a start on the jigsaw yesterday. It's a 500 piece and the pieces feel huge - like something from the Early Learning Centre. I might buy these in future. They're easier on the eyes and grow quicker but are just as enjoyable to do.
As usual a bit of hooky was undertaken at the van and I whipped up a few hearts for the Tigerlily Trust. I just need to buy a few buttons to sew on the blue ones and they can be posted off this week. Then it will be back to knitting angels.
I used my new china tea cup yesterday and it's lovely to drink from. They certainly knew how to do things properly back in the day.
And sadly, once more we've woken up to the awful news of terror attacks in London last night and more senseless deaths and injuries. The One Love concert is being held in Manchester tonight and we'll be watching that. When something happens in your own city, it somehow feels more personal.
Amy is back at college tomorrow so will be travelling into Manchester. In the past we may have reminded her about being aware of her surroundings, to watch where she's walking, mind her bag and make sure nobody is following her etc. Now we find ourselves telling her what to do if she finds herself caught up in an attack.
It's a world I don't understand but from her reaction, it's a world she seems to take in her stride telling us "I'm a bit frightened but don't worry, we had a terrorist talk just before we broke up".
What a sad world children everywhere are being raised in.