Story Dated: 17.06.12
Well, if you’ve seen any of my facebook moaning this past week…..s…… you’ll know that I have been poorly. For 3 long weeks I have coughed and fevered and sweated and sucked passionately at various asthma devices. And then. Then my boys were poorly, but I was still poorly, and my girls also became poorly, and the boys were still coughing and everyone always has a temperature, and no one will eat, but they are all whining in a hungry sort of way, and the 9, 7 and 4 year olds simply cannot agree on a television program and then somebody wants to pause it while they go to the bathroom but the others simply can’t wait those 15 seconds and so up starts the wailing until Rupert whacks somebody in the nose with the remote and then oh the crying and the coughing! OH MY LORD make it stop!!!!!!
So in my mind, I’ve gone elsewhere. Where the languid happy days of summer have carried us towards the end of January, the beaches are emptying out, and the sand holds the warmth of the long afternoon. The breeze is gentle, skin is lightly sunkissed, freckles and eyes sparkle. A simple beach picnic, fish and chips. There are happy raucous games until sundown, and love flows as generously as light.