“Oh” I hear you say “there you are! Call this a 365 blog, hey?”
Hmm well yes, but as I’ve said before, it’s quite hard to write posts every day. Either sometimes I don’t have time or it would be so boring – or worse, a list of moans – that you’d all stop reading. This has been the longest gap so far and I do feel I’m letting myself down, if not you dear reader.
This weekend the erstwhile MrS is home alone with the dog and cat while I am at Centre Parks for my annual girls weekend with Hot Tub Helen and Posh Vics. We’re at the Woburn Centre Parks this year, it only opened last year, which is evident. They’ve taken all the good things from the other parks and made them better. The villa lay-outs are better and the whole park feels less crowded than the Elvedon one. We seem to have landed in a well positioned villa, literally a 4 minute walk from the spa, supermarket and The Shearing House ( a restaurant/pub) where we ate both lunch yesterday and a scrummy afternoon tea this afternoon.
We were so full after the afternoon tea that they p
acked up half our cakes for us to take back to the villa! Centre Parks as a group of adults is a completely different experience to that of coming with small children. Last night after home made chilli (mine) we played Spotify Juke Box and drunk prosecco in each other’s company and generally put the world to rights. This morning we chilled out in the spa and then had our afternoon tea for lunch.
Now we are all vegging back in the villa with the vague idea that we might go swimming this evening, although as PV put it “I’m not that bothered, I’ve swum and slid on enough Centre Parcs slides not to mind if we don’t go today”.
When I think how much has happened since our last girls’ weekend away together (a year and one week ago) I can only stop and pinch myself. Someone this week suggested it has all happened very quickly between us (it’s 16 months) but we both knew within a very short time that we wanted to be together. I think 16 months at our age and with our experiences is plenty of time for us to know we want to commit to each other for the rest of our lives. MrS’s story is not mine to tell but I can tell you that, because of it, I have had to prove to lots of people who care very much for him and have his best interests at heart that I do too. Those who have spent any amount of time with us as a couple will know that I do. People can try and tell you that it doesn’t matter what others think, but of course it ultimately does. We have the best time doing the most normal things together. We never run out of things to say or laugh about and even the ordinary seems interesting when we are together. I updated the hand written version of my ‘Fuckit List’ last weekend and looked through my memory box, a reminder of everything we’ve done. And all the things we have left to do