…from a hot cross bunny. Well, not so much cross – I kept that bit in because it sounds better! Anyway, you won’t be hearing from me for a while, as I’m heading off for Gallic regions. I was about to say, sunnier climes, but judging by the weather we’ve been having for the last few days (most of which I’ve spent touring the UK’s rail networks :(), we’re about to see a repeat of last year’s heatwave. The resident animals are in kennels, and we’re enjoying the fredom of being able to air the house without fear of them making a bid for freedom!
Needless to say, I lugged far too much luggage with me to summer school, and heaved even more back. And I won’t go into details of the return journey. Suffice it to say it involved a scenic detour courtesy of a certain rail company who shall remain nameless. With a three hour journey stretching into five, I had plenty of time to think beautiful thoughts and put into practice some of the things I’d learnt over the week…or not, as the case may be! Seriously though, the course was worth every penny. Folk there were from a wide range of theological persuasion – such a relief to be able to speak your mind without feeling you’re being judged. There were a few hairy moments, but generally speaking, I’m all revved up (in a quiet, Miffyesque kind of way) and ready to plough on come the autumn. More details later, maybe.
So, off to La Belle France. Our resident interpreter stays at home this year, so it’ll be interesting to see how little M and his friend D, cope with the language. A fortnight cooped up with three males – horrors! Still, we all need the break. The last ten months or so have been exhausting for everyone, Mr M most of all. He’s just heard that his mum is to be moved to a care home for a few weeks, prior to us moving her to a sheltered flat once we come back from holiday. We’d hoped that the first place wouldn’t be necessary and Mrs M certainly isn’t too happy about it – (nor would I be in her situation). Luckily her sister is due to visit next week, and says she and her husband will try and work on her, and help with the move. As Mr M says, it’s maybe a good thing we are away – as she might well behave slightly better with her sister than she’s doing with poor Mr M at the moment. We’ll see.
Anyway. Bye for now. I’ll let you know how I manage with the blue tankini!