I am trying really hard to be positive right now...The main up type thoughts are, 1) I get to spend more time with Mikey 2) I won't have a 60 mile round trip drive every day 3) I won't be spending anything like as much on Petrol and 4) I can try to find a job nearer home so I will hopefully see more of Mikey when I go back to work. I can be truthful and say I'm not going to miss the drive, especially in the dark as it really isn't helping to reduce my headaches and the lights coming towards me on country lanes make me feel really dizzy...
So far I have applied for over 40 jobs (to be honest I don't think it's too bad for 1 week) but they are pretty much all over Kent and some I think will end up in London...that is something I'd rather avoid. I know the salaries are higher and 5 years ago I did consider it...but my priorities are slightly different now so while I still have the option to make a choice that is what I'm doing - so London is a no right now...(I'm female so I reserve the right to change my mind!)
I have an appointment at an agency in Maidstone next week, they are the people who got me the job at Norfolkline so I'm slightly apprehensive about going there, but they have been advertising credit control jobs in Ashford which would be perfect for me...so I'll go in with my new positive attitude and smile sweetly to convince them my CV should be sent to the employer as soon as possible! Right now I don't have enough to do so a job that will keep me busy is exactly what I need/want! If I'm doing a job I prefer to keep busy all the time, if I get bored my mind tends to wander and then I can get into mischief (what chance does Mikey stand with a mother like me???) But I'm sure Mikey won't mind if I leave him with Nanny and Grandad for a while...
This evening on my way home I need to stop at our local primary school as they are having an evening for prospective parents... I know mine is only 2 and a half but I really want him to go to this school as it has a good reputation and good results...plus we live opposite it and Debbie could continue to have him before and after school so he gets continuity which I feel is important, even if he is picking up a Scottish accent! I think I can express and interest in the school soon - but my main reason for going is to find if they have a pre-school class as I think that will do him good - especially as he is an only child and currently the only one with Debbie during the day. He needs to learn to socialise etc before it's too late.
Monday, 26 November 2012
Monday, 19 November 2012
When is this year over?
This is not a good week... but at least it should now start to improve, I don't even want to think how it could get any worse. Basically as of next Friday I am out of work. It is now anything I've done or not done, but all down to economics and a large pink elephant in the States (Sorry, private joke between Mikey and me) I'm more at the angry stage right now, they wanted a credit control system - they now have one and the UK outstanding is healthier than it has ever been before...
But I know what I've done is good and the system works provided someone puts the work in...and I can't see that happening. But if they don't work it then it will collapse...and getting me back to sort it out would cost them a whole lot more than they are paying right now.
Sorry, short post, but I'm shattered and have done a fair bit of crying today
But I know what I've done is good and the system works provided someone puts the work in...and I can't see that happening. But if they don't work it then it will collapse...and getting me back to sort it out would cost them a whole lot more than they are paying right now.
Sorry, short post, but I'm shattered and have done a fair bit of crying today
Tuesday, 13 November 2012
A step into an unknown place....
Yesterday, as well as using me as a mummy mattress, which he hasn't done for ages, Mikey announced he needed a wee and wanted his potty! I was slightly flabbergasted and went into a minor panic mode while I looked frantically for his potty and tried to get him within my reach! We explained (for me, calmly) that he needed to pull his trousers down and take off his nappy. Unluckily he seemed to find this concept rather unwelcome and once we had stripped him down to the necessary, he gingerly sat, or hovered, over the potty and screamed! At this point we decided that retreat was our best option and found a new nappy and pulled his trousers back up. At which point he triumphantly sat happily on the potty!
I mentioned this 'experience' to Debbie today and she (having been through this before) decided that she would sit him on a potty each time she changed him. I did warn her about the screams as I like her and don't want her to decide that she is only taking school age children! I have received a text this morning advising he will only sit on the potty with his trousers on (again). Maybe this is going to take longer than I thought and I have a feeling it will also involve lots of laundry! But I also think it may be time to get some pull ups rather than 'normal' nappies so he can get used to everything involved with the process - and the standing up part is down to his father to teach him - after all I have no knowledge or experience of it!!
At the moment I'm trying to convince myself I'm feeling better. I was off work last week with a virus (for once I was happy with the diagnosis as it meant no more antibiotics!) I started to feel better last Friday and had a chat with a Dr (as usual no chance of an appointment) and was given some stuff to help reduce the symptoms. Yesterday I was feeling OK until I got to work and realised my glasses were 30 miles away in Ashford! So there was plenty squinting etc and I got through the day. This morning was different. I woke up feeling decidedly queasy, if I didn't know it was impossible I would have gone down the morning sickness route. I made it to work somehow (I have no real recollection of coming off the M20 and getting here!) and decided to sit quietly until I felt better and the world stopped spinning around me. That didn't happen very quickly but I did make it to the bathroom before the spinning took real effect. I guess I can see now why breakfast might have been a good idea rather than using stomach acid. After I'd cleaned up I grabbed a glass of water and wobbled back to my desk - I have now discovered that Tic Tacs are a great pick you up and help your mouth feel a whole lot fresher! Those little green and orange ovals kept me going this morning! At this point I decided to just get stuck into something and try to ignore the feeling that I was going to fall off my chair and the pains in my left side (whomever was stabbing a voodoo doll of me, please stop - it hurts!) at least kept me awake while I shivered. If this is a virus it really should be cultured and would soon bring most disputes to an end very quickly - provided they find a way to make it go away! At the moment I'm trying the cup a soup and sandwich cure! And my follow that up with the Kitkat I've been carrying around for a while! Actually, thinking about it I may well have the cure...Andy and I were both ill at the start of last week but Mikey has been fine...wasn't that how penicillin was discovered??? Or maybe his formula milk may have previously unknown protective qualities!!!
I mentioned this 'experience' to Debbie today and she (having been through this before) decided that she would sit him on a potty each time she changed him. I did warn her about the screams as I like her and don't want her to decide that she is only taking school age children! I have received a text this morning advising he will only sit on the potty with his trousers on (again). Maybe this is going to take longer than I thought and I have a feeling it will also involve lots of laundry! But I also think it may be time to get some pull ups rather than 'normal' nappies so he can get used to everything involved with the process - and the standing up part is down to his father to teach him - after all I have no knowledge or experience of it!!
At the moment I'm trying to convince myself I'm feeling better. I was off work last week with a virus (for once I was happy with the diagnosis as it meant no more antibiotics!) I started to feel better last Friday and had a chat with a Dr (as usual no chance of an appointment) and was given some stuff to help reduce the symptoms. Yesterday I was feeling OK until I got to work and realised my glasses were 30 miles away in Ashford! So there was plenty squinting etc and I got through the day. This morning was different. I woke up feeling decidedly queasy, if I didn't know it was impossible I would have gone down the morning sickness route. I made it to work somehow (I have no real recollection of coming off the M20 and getting here!) and decided to sit quietly until I felt better and the world stopped spinning around me. That didn't happen very quickly but I did make it to the bathroom before the spinning took real effect. I guess I can see now why breakfast might have been a good idea rather than using stomach acid. After I'd cleaned up I grabbed a glass of water and wobbled back to my desk - I have now discovered that Tic Tacs are a great pick you up and help your mouth feel a whole lot fresher! Those little green and orange ovals kept me going this morning! At this point I decided to just get stuck into something and try to ignore the feeling that I was going to fall off my chair and the pains in my left side (whomever was stabbing a voodoo doll of me, please stop - it hurts!) at least kept me awake while I shivered. If this is a virus it really should be cultured and would soon bring most disputes to an end very quickly - provided they find a way to make it go away! At the moment I'm trying the cup a soup and sandwich cure! And my follow that up with the Kitkat I've been carrying around for a while! Actually, thinking about it I may well have the cure...Andy and I were both ill at the start of last week but Mikey has been fine...wasn't that how penicillin was discovered??? Or maybe his formula milk may have previously unknown protective qualities!!!
Monday, 12 November 2012
Been a long slog....
For one I did as I was told, but to say I was getting fed up was a considerable understatement. I ended up calling and asking for a 2nd opinion. I was told by the receptionist that they had an appointment in the afternoon, but I would only be told the same as the 1st Dr in the morning. I took M back to the surgery and by now he was bored and annoyed at being woken up and threw a massive tantrum, laying on the floor and screaming until he went purple. Thankfully one of the assistants appeared from the pharmacy with a chupa chups lolly and he stopped screaming and calmed down and ate his lolly. By now I'm falling apart and Kirsty calmed me down too - sometimes a hug is a magical thing, I know I simply don't get enough of them. We saw the second Dr very soon after and he decided that the sticky boy has gastric reflux and there is some medicine that sometimes helps...he eventually decided to prescribe this after yelling at me for a while (I think that is just his mannerism, but I felt even more useless and small) For some reason he prescribed 15ml of the liquid with a 3 times a day dose of 3ml. It didn't take long to run out of the medicine and when we die, the vomiting was back. As anyone who knows me would realise I was rather annoyed. We had been instructed to keep a food diary for 3 weeks, but the medicine lasted less that 2 days and then he was being sick again. I ended up getting to talk to a Dr who expressed his displeasure that I had asked for a 2nd opinion and that the 1st Dr was probably right and it is a virus...I have no idea how I managed to keep calm and not tell him what I thought at that moment, but he is my little boy and I have known him intimately since he was about 18 weeks old - if anyone is going to know when he is ill and has a problem surely his mother will over a Dr who checks his eyes and ears and doesn't even bother to weigh him. I eventually got more medicine prescribed but with no advice on how to manage this or what the net steps might be.
My next stage was to get an appointment with the senior partner...Andy came with me as I wanted some support this time, but all he did was read the notes, look at Mikey's throat as he is still not eating properly and prescribe more medicine...That was it, still no advice on how this is to be managed, Mikey had stopped being sick, but then again he has stopped eating.I feel at my wits end, Mikey looks perfectly happy, but he hasn't put any of the weight he lost back on. I have lost al faith in the surgery Mikey and I are registered with and am now doing my best to get both of us moved somewhere else. I am usually very proud of having the NHS to look after me and my family - they saved the life of both Mikey and I, but if I can't trust my Dr it is time for me to move somewhere else. They have proved me right again this weekend but messing up my repeat prescription which has left me coming off the drugs which control my migraines cold turkey...The Dr I saw for a medication review recently told me I should not do this as it could be dangerous, but I had no choice and was accused of lying when I phoned this morning to complain. I still don't have my medication sorted and there is no way I want to ever speak to the staff or go in there again.I don't trust them to look after my health and certainly not the health of my son...it took a very long time to get him and the pregnancy journey was far from smooth so I'm not willing to take ANY risks over his wellbeing. The emergency Dr at the start of all this says he needs to be referred back to paediatrics and have this problem investigated so I waited for the months they messed around re my headaches, but now I WANT MY SON REFERRED AND A CURE FOUND.
So I guess this is a watch this space type scenario for now...
Tuesday, 30 October 2012
This seasons new look....
The last few weeks haven't been too muchh fun, poor Mikey keeps being sick. This started back at the end of August and over the last 2-3 weeks has been getting worse. It started off at night, usually when he was in bed which leads to a stressed Daddy trying to change the bedding while Mummy tries to calm Mikey down. But in the last few weeks he has switched to throwing up at odd times during the day and night...mostly while sat on Mummy's lap so this seasons new look is most definitely vomit!
My main occupation right now is battling with Drs. The GP's at our surgery are pretty useless. When I was ill they were great, and also while I was pregnant they were really good - the receptionist was great at getting me prescriptions done within 15 minutes when I ran out of stuff (which happened a lot thanks to baby brain) but now they have a new management team in and I am totally unimpressed. The reception staff have improved (one today told me I'd be better off taking Mikey to A&E) but the Drs...that is a whole different story. So far as I can see we no longer have a female Dr (so I am totally unimpressed) and the ones they do have seem extremely unimpressive. We took Mikey to see an emergency GP last week who told me to take him to the GP on Wednesday and ask them to refer him back to paediatrics. I did this, the 1st Dr we saw basically told me I was over reacting and to just go away. He checked Mikey's ears and throat but didn't bother to weigh him and told me it was a virus and he didn't look malnourished. I was so angry that I then demanded a second opinion, when I took him back Mikey was not at all impressed and had the mother of all screaming tantrums in the waiting area. The reception staff brought him water, but Kirsty from the Pharmacy prodcued a lolly which stopped him very quickly and then tried to calm me down as I was crying and i a bit of a state. The 2nd GP told me it is probably Gastric Reflux and gave me some medicine to stop the vomiting and Gaviscon. The medicine seems to help - but we only got 5 doses and it was to be taken 3 times a day before food... It did seem to work, but Saturday night Mummy got covered again and yesterday it was Nanny's turn. This really does seem to be a look for the females in my family... Mikey has decided that infant Gaviscon is horrible and has refused to take it
As I am now probably as fed up with this as Mikey is, I dropped him at Debbie's this morning and charged to work to ring the Surgery. It took a while to get through and the receptionist took some details and said the Dr would call me back. (this is before 9 this morning) By 1.30 I hadn't heard anything so I called them back and after being on hold for about 15 minutes got through and was told his name was still on the list! But if I was worried to take him to A&E... By this stage I'd gone past worry to furious and panic. The Dr called me back just before 2 and obviously hadn't bothered to read the notes on Mikey's records so I went through everything again, and I know full well he didn't listen to me. His first question was why had I seen 2 Drs on one day last week, so I told him that I wasn't happy with the Dr I'd seen int he morning so I had seen another in the afternoon. At which point I was told that he agreed with the 1st diagnosis that is it a virus. At this point there was a mushroom cloud over Yalding. I calmly explained that this virus had been going on since August and I was not happy with what has been done. So he is leaving another prescription for this medicine and also a bottle for a stool sample... They seem to have forgotten about the urine sample they wanted last week. I am trying to calm down but it is not really happening right now. I know they see 100's of people every week, but all I care about is my little boy and I want him to get the best care I can find. I feel a move to another surgery coming on as I no longer trust the one both Mikey and I are with. And if I can't trust my Dr how do I trust he is doing the best thing for me? I may well be a neurotic mother, but at least I care. Right n ow Mikey is the most important thing in the world to me and I will do whatever is needed to protect him and get him back to the Mikey I know and love,
My main occupation right now is battling with Drs. The GP's at our surgery are pretty useless. When I was ill they were great, and also while I was pregnant they were really good - the receptionist was great at getting me prescriptions done within 15 minutes when I ran out of stuff (which happened a lot thanks to baby brain) but now they have a new management team in and I am totally unimpressed. The reception staff have improved (one today told me I'd be better off taking Mikey to A&E) but the Drs...that is a whole different story. So far as I can see we no longer have a female Dr (so I am totally unimpressed) and the ones they do have seem extremely unimpressive. We took Mikey to see an emergency GP last week who told me to take him to the GP on Wednesday and ask them to refer him back to paediatrics. I did this, the 1st Dr we saw basically told me I was over reacting and to just go away. He checked Mikey's ears and throat but didn't bother to weigh him and told me it was a virus and he didn't look malnourished. I was so angry that I then demanded a second opinion, when I took him back Mikey was not at all impressed and had the mother of all screaming tantrums in the waiting area. The reception staff brought him water, but Kirsty from the Pharmacy prodcued a lolly which stopped him very quickly and then tried to calm me down as I was crying and i a bit of a state. The 2nd GP told me it is probably Gastric Reflux and gave me some medicine to stop the vomiting and Gaviscon. The medicine seems to help - but we only got 5 doses and it was to be taken 3 times a day before food... It did seem to work, but Saturday night Mummy got covered again and yesterday it was Nanny's turn. This really does seem to be a look for the females in my family... Mikey has decided that infant Gaviscon is horrible and has refused to take it
As I am now probably as fed up with this as Mikey is, I dropped him at Debbie's this morning and charged to work to ring the Surgery. It took a while to get through and the receptionist took some details and said the Dr would call me back. (this is before 9 this morning) By 1.30 I hadn't heard anything so I called them back and after being on hold for about 15 minutes got through and was told his name was still on the list! But if I was worried to take him to A&E... By this stage I'd gone past worry to furious and panic. The Dr called me back just before 2 and obviously hadn't bothered to read the notes on Mikey's records so I went through everything again, and I know full well he didn't listen to me. His first question was why had I seen 2 Drs on one day last week, so I told him that I wasn't happy with the Dr I'd seen int he morning so I had seen another in the afternoon. At which point I was told that he agreed with the 1st diagnosis that is it a virus. At this point there was a mushroom cloud over Yalding. I calmly explained that this virus had been going on since August and I was not happy with what has been done. So he is leaving another prescription for this medicine and also a bottle for a stool sample... They seem to have forgotten about the urine sample they wanted last week. I am trying to calm down but it is not really happening right now. I know they see 100's of people every week, but all I care about is my little boy and I want him to get the best care I can find. I feel a move to another surgery coming on as I no longer trust the one both Mikey and I are with. And if I can't trust my Dr how do I trust he is doing the best thing for me? I may well be a neurotic mother, but at least I care. Right n ow Mikey is the most important thing in the world to me and I will do whatever is needed to protect him and get him back to the Mikey I know and love,
Tuesday, 9 October 2012
Tempus Fugit
Been a tough few weeks really, last week Mikey got signed off by the consultant he has been seeing for the last year...and his heart was well checked and no problems apparent! That is a real weight off my shoulders that has been there since the 20 week scan and also the day after he was born and was whisked into SCBU. Just 1 more consultant to see now who has been checking his development as I know there were concerns that his first week could cause problems...but I don't think he has any, he is happily doing everything at his own pace and in his own time!
The rest of last week wasn't anywhere near as good... On Wednesday some kind child tried to take a chunk out of Mikey's arm,,,the bruise is still fading, and my bank called me to let me know some kind person had cloned my card and had tried to put over £470 plus lots of little expenses at an American hotel through! Lloyd's kindly cancelled it and sent me a new card which arrived yesterday, it made life interesting as the only way I would get cash was over the counter in the bank...Yalding doesn't have a Lloyds TSB!!!
Thursday was a real mixture...my cold got worse and British Gas messed up our heating. But on the plus side Mikey got a new audience and really played to them! If he gets to much trouble I may well stick him on a plane to Chicago so Sue an play with him again! Or failing that I'll drop him off at Donna's! I love the way he happily settles down with people he doesn't really know - but following what happened to April Jones part of me wants to make sure he doesn't instantly trust every adult he sees as he does now...
Friday was British Gas trying to sort out the previous days mess...it sounds as though they didn't need to do much and got it restarted quickly... so my stress and bad mood the day before was all for nothing!!
I paid for my previous stress on Friday...I hardly slept on Thursday night and I honestly have no idea how I got to work! But there are no major dents so I got home OK as well! Saturday I started aching and it carried on to Sunday. But at least Downton distracted me for a little while. Monday morning was not good and I started throwing up - at one point I couldn't even keep water down. Andy got me a couple of bottles of lucozade and I switched to not eating mode. Today I've stopped being sick but there are still plenty of dashes to the bathroom :( I am shattered and dizzy - mainly from not eating I think as my blood sugar today was far too low...but I'm sure today's bottles of lucozade will soon sort that out! There has been a massive breakthrough...my toast has stayed put!!!
But in the meantime I can't believe how fast this year is flying past...only 76 days to Christmas and I have done precisely nothing and made no plans for anything at all! Oh well, maybe I will worry about that next month!
The rest of last week wasn't anywhere near as good... On Wednesday some kind child tried to take a chunk out of Mikey's arm,,,the bruise is still fading, and my bank called me to let me know some kind person had cloned my card and had tried to put over £470 plus lots of little expenses at an American hotel through! Lloyd's kindly cancelled it and sent me a new card which arrived yesterday, it made life interesting as the only way I would get cash was over the counter in the bank...Yalding doesn't have a Lloyds TSB!!!
Thursday was a real mixture...my cold got worse and British Gas messed up our heating. But on the plus side Mikey got a new audience and really played to them! If he gets to much trouble I may well stick him on a plane to Chicago so Sue an play with him again! Or failing that I'll drop him off at Donna's! I love the way he happily settles down with people he doesn't really know - but following what happened to April Jones part of me wants to make sure he doesn't instantly trust every adult he sees as he does now...
Friday was British Gas trying to sort out the previous days mess...it sounds as though they didn't need to do much and got it restarted quickly... so my stress and bad mood the day before was all for nothing!!
I paid for my previous stress on Friday...I hardly slept on Thursday night and I honestly have no idea how I got to work! But there are no major dents so I got home OK as well! Saturday I started aching and it carried on to Sunday. But at least Downton distracted me for a little while. Monday morning was not good and I started throwing up - at one point I couldn't even keep water down. Andy got me a couple of bottles of lucozade and I switched to not eating mode. Today I've stopped being sick but there are still plenty of dashes to the bathroom :( I am shattered and dizzy - mainly from not eating I think as my blood sugar today was far too low...but I'm sure today's bottles of lucozade will soon sort that out! There has been a massive breakthrough...my toast has stayed put!!!
But in the meantime I can't believe how fast this year is flying past...only 76 days to Christmas and I have done precisely nothing and made no plans for anything at all! Oh well, maybe I will worry about that next month!
Monday, 24 September 2012
S.A.D. Here I come
We've had a pretty good weekend...Mikey certainly thought so! We headed to Broadstairs again as Mikey is of the opinion that the place is wonderful and Grandad is happy to splash around in the sea with him - what more can a 2 year old ask for!?!?! We got there around lunch time so quickly fed the small sand monster who quickly demolished his fish fingers and Ketchup before we had a salmon roll and headed for the beach. This showed the true advantage of pushchairs as the mat and blanket + towels and a bucket and Spade were quickly stored underneath the seat and we rolled off down the hill! Our spot was quickly staked and Mikey was off. Thankfully this time he did remember to take his shoes off at least but in his first return trip to demolish a sandcastle or two he was a tad damp (he had tried to sit down but Grandad wouldn't let him!) While demolition was in progress Grandad filled the bucket and buried it in the sand so it couldn't be picked up...this led to a fair amount of splashing and wobbling stood on one leg while he tried to de-sand each foot...he seemed to have plenty of sandy feet so this took some time and then Grandad started dropping pebbles etc in from a great height to even more splashing occurred! This appeared to be greeted as the best game ever and the shorts were soon totally drenched and sand covered whilst sand was shovelled into the water too.
At this point I gave up and removed the shorts and Nappy so we at least stood a chance of keeping that dry for the trip home! Not sure M was too keen to start with but soon was heading back to the sea with Grandad in tow! Plus eyeing up the boats which were heading out and the surf school who seemed to be having a wonderful time...I wonder what age I can sign him up for that??? The weather was wonderful, a light breeze so the temperature was perfect for me at least! Once it did start to get cooler we extracted Mikey from the sand and rinsed him off as well as we could, stuck his nappy back on and then wrapped him in a towel and stuck him back in his pushchair. He seemed to find this rather strange yet amusing - I am never going to understand the way this child thinks!
Once back at the house he had a shower...I think the screams would have been heard the other side of the UK! Demolished some biscuits (savoury and sweet!) and ran around like a lunatic, occasionally stopping if Disney Junior caught his eye! At 6 we tried to do the calming down ting with his milk and cuddles, but he wasn't having any of it and even when he went to bed he was protesting that he wasn't tired!
Saturday evening was spent at the Tartar Frigate for dinner... I though it was going to be a typical pub type dining room...but there were crisp white table clothes, napkins and gleaming silver...very civilised and very impressive - the boy did well choosing there! Having already had a glass of wine before we left I sort of stuck to that with a spritzer, Andy had Coke!! I think he was a tad perturbed by the lack of butter with the bread, but soon got the hang of the oil and vinegar! My starter was a Seafood Chowder...delicious but about 3 times as much as I needed! It had prawns, salmon, white fish and I think mussels in it along with potatoes, bacon and onions and Garlic toast on the side along with a pot of pink stuff and 2 unpeeled prawns (which Any had) In Florida I had only ever had a cup of Clam Chowder - far smaller than the small ocean I was given - I think the waitress was worried I didn't like it as there was no way I could finish it and also my main course! Andy had smoked salmon...again with unpeeled prawns but he seemed to be enjoying ripping them apart!
My main course was slow roast pork, on a bed of apple mash with a cream mustard sauce and crackling... The crackling was fantastic, the apple mash is going to lead to some experiments at home and the mustard sauce was subtle enough to not overpower the pork...which fell apart as you cut it and was moist and tender. Andy had steak and I was allowed a taste - wonderful. I wasn't so generous as I was enjoying mine far too much. I looked at the desserts going to other tables - they looked amazing but there was no way I could eat one and I was enjoying the flavours I had already had to much to add any more to the mix! I was slightly grateful for the walk back up the hill...but as I was wearing heels I was trailing way behind Andy!
I have got a load of photos of the beach...will upload some soon!
Driving home yesterday was no fun...sometimes you could almost see the car in front through the spray, but not often. Today is as bad, if not worse and strong winds are predicted for this afternoon. As I am picking Mikey up I am not going to be driving along my usual narrow, tree lined route, instead I'm heading straight for the motor way and up the A229! Hopefully avoiding as many trees as possible! I'm just fed up that is hasn't really got light yet...I have a feeling Saturday was it, the sun will be back next Spring. Getting up this morning it wasn't light enough for me to kick into get up mode, Mikey was fine and busy singing whilst I staggered to the bath room!
At this point I gave up and removed the shorts and Nappy so we at least stood a chance of keeping that dry for the trip home! Not sure M was too keen to start with but soon was heading back to the sea with Grandad in tow! Plus eyeing up the boats which were heading out and the surf school who seemed to be having a wonderful time...I wonder what age I can sign him up for that??? The weather was wonderful, a light breeze so the temperature was perfect for me at least! Once it did start to get cooler we extracted Mikey from the sand and rinsed him off as well as we could, stuck his nappy back on and then wrapped him in a towel and stuck him back in his pushchair. He seemed to find this rather strange yet amusing - I am never going to understand the way this child thinks!
Once back at the house he had a shower...I think the screams would have been heard the other side of the UK! Demolished some biscuits (savoury and sweet!) and ran around like a lunatic, occasionally stopping if Disney Junior caught his eye! At 6 we tried to do the calming down ting with his milk and cuddles, but he wasn't having any of it and even when he went to bed he was protesting that he wasn't tired!
Saturday evening was spent at the Tartar Frigate for dinner... I though it was going to be a typical pub type dining room...but there were crisp white table clothes, napkins and gleaming silver...very civilised and very impressive - the boy did well choosing there! Having already had a glass of wine before we left I sort of stuck to that with a spritzer, Andy had Coke!! I think he was a tad perturbed by the lack of butter with the bread, but soon got the hang of the oil and vinegar! My starter was a Seafood Chowder...delicious but about 3 times as much as I needed! It had prawns, salmon, white fish and I think mussels in it along with potatoes, bacon and onions and Garlic toast on the side along with a pot of pink stuff and 2 unpeeled prawns (which Any had) In Florida I had only ever had a cup of Clam Chowder - far smaller than the small ocean I was given - I think the waitress was worried I didn't like it as there was no way I could finish it and also my main course! Andy had smoked salmon...again with unpeeled prawns but he seemed to be enjoying ripping them apart!
My main course was slow roast pork, on a bed of apple mash with a cream mustard sauce and crackling... The crackling was fantastic, the apple mash is going to lead to some experiments at home and the mustard sauce was subtle enough to not overpower the pork...which fell apart as you cut it and was moist and tender. Andy had steak and I was allowed a taste - wonderful. I wasn't so generous as I was enjoying mine far too much. I looked at the desserts going to other tables - they looked amazing but there was no way I could eat one and I was enjoying the flavours I had already had to much to add any more to the mix! I was slightly grateful for the walk back up the hill...but as I was wearing heels I was trailing way behind Andy!
I have got a load of photos of the beach...will upload some soon!
Driving home yesterday was no fun...sometimes you could almost see the car in front through the spray, but not often. Today is as bad, if not worse and strong winds are predicted for this afternoon. As I am picking Mikey up I am not going to be driving along my usual narrow, tree lined route, instead I'm heading straight for the motor way and up the A229! Hopefully avoiding as many trees as possible! I'm just fed up that is hasn't really got light yet...I have a feeling Saturday was it, the sun will be back next Spring. Getting up this morning it wasn't light enough for me to kick into get up mode, Mikey was fine and busy singing whilst I staggered to the bath room!
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