Yorkie



I very much wish I could have slept longer this morning. I don't know how to turn on the kettle without waking BigA up! 

Life feels good right now and I'm letting myself indulge in the joy of that. But I do really want a cup of tea. (We're away - I'm not being mad)

BigA and I both woke up annoyingly early on Saturday last week but only he had to actually get up as he had an appointment at Moorfields. (All going well with his eye now being monitored) He brought me a cup of tea and so I could at least stay put for a bit. After I'd had breakfast I decided to tick off some bits on my things to do list, one was doing some on foot research into local launderettes for my roller derby team.

Once he got back we headed off to meet up with J, M and J to watch a charity comedy football match in Chesham. It was lots of fun and very silly. Seeing people who are proper famous for being funny being not very good at football was well worth the drive. I think my favourite rule was that when James' sit down played all players except the goalies had to sit down. Much better than real football. 

I went to the last rookies session on Sunday and really enjoyed it. I'll have to try the big team stuff soon. Then once home I did a tiny bit in the garden, harvested some spinach, made some impressive cheese scones because I wanted to use the almost out of date yoghurt up and relaxed reading a play in the garden, before two team mates turned up with all the rookie pads that needed to dry and I'm one of the few people with a garden that lives close to our practice. 

Monday evening I did my last coaching session with my main client and it was great to hear how she found the process. I do really enjoy it but I'm not sure I could make a living out of it full time. I wouldn't feel comfortable charging lots and I reckon I'd get a bit restless doing it all online. 

Work was fine, some lovely little moments which makes the school feel so nice at times and a full half term done. 

A remains super busy at uni, unlike those 'pure academic' courses she is working so many hours. I did get to see her face and have a catch up which was lovely. The cats have been quite needy of late with far too many offerings of worms. 

And now it's half term and BigA and I have headed off for a romantic get away and we've woken up in York. It's beautiful here. Last night we arrived to a picturesque wooden hut/caravan with a perfectly formed interior and a wood fire fed hot tub. BigA cracked open the champagne he'd put in a cool bag and lit the fire for the hot tub. We turned on the slow cooker with the meal we'd ordered and reminisced about similarly wonderful locations in Malawi. I got in the hot tub too soon - it was not hot. Not even warm. But Asher fed me cake and it warmed up. Unfortunately we then overheard a rather unpleasant exchange from the people in the van next to us so our evening abruptly turned from romance to me checking people were safe, that weren't, and BigA on stand by. After a rather strange exchange we went back to our van and stood vigilant to see if things escalated again. Hard to know what the right thing to do is. After about an hour of the two of us sitting out to make sure we could hear any escalation I decided to go to bed but BigA, the ever watchful stayed up until he could hear nothing. So eventually we both turned in. With heavy hearts, hoping so much that the silence was them sobering up and nothing more sinister. A rather odd end to a lovely week. I still was able to appreciate the cabin, host to us and a variety of spiders and just how great it is that my husband of 15 years is as fantastic as he is.

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