I'm packing for my trip back to England. "Gannin' yem" as they say on Tyneside. It's quite hard to pack for almost a month, given that for the last two years it has been hotter then Hades and the two years before I thought we'd been diverted to Siberia. One never knows. It would help of course, if the kids would leave the "ready to pack" pile alone. I spent most of the weekend picking out decent clothes for them, washing and ironing them, and generally being very organized. This morning elder son came down in laundered pyjamas, and the Ball & Chain dressed the little one in the outfit from the top of his pile. Grrr!
As usual, we have the requisite medical emergency that flares up just as we are leaving. This time it's loud ringing in the ears of the queenager. I took her to the doc last week and there's nothing in there. Since everyone's allergies are really bad, doc suggested trying an anti-hystamine for a week. Apparently that's not working and it's all my fault. So now I have to try to get in to see a specialist before we leave. And while I'm at it, I'll be teaching the pigs at the zoo to sprout wings and, well, you get the picture...
Oh yes, and the Ball & Chain has gone out of town till Thursday.
So I'm going to practise deep breathing, remain completely organised, not worry about the kids lying around watching TV and picture the following:
- ham and pease-pudding sandwiches, preferably in a stotty (Geordie bread to the uninitiated)
- decent cheese, ie. anything crumbly that doesn't look like an orange brick
- beautifully merchandised shops like M&S, Boots etc. I don't necessarily buy anything, I just wander round taking in the sparkle
- decent fish and chips, with vinegar
- light, summer evenings, preferably spent with grown-ups or children who are off in the distance
- the view of rolling hills from the end of my mother's driveway
OK, feeling calmer already. Now where's that to-do list.