Once again a disgraceful amount of time has passed since my last post. Time really is vanishing somewhere this year!
Lots has happened since I last posted back in, erm, March!
In May I went on a hen do to London and had a really lovely time, but came back with an awful calf injury. It didn’t stop me completing a fabulous 80s dance class at Pineapple Dance Studios, nor making it on to a club! I didn’t do much dancing at the latter to be fair!
It took two weeks for my poor leg to recover, but now I’m on the mend and ready for the wedding itself. The hen do was that of a very dear and old (not literally!) friend, Victoria, whose wedding is now very imminent! I’m even braving an aeroplane for the pleasure. I’m wondering how acceptable it will be to have a drink at the airport at 7am!
The weather forecast looks good for Cardiff so it should be a great trip. I admitted earlier this week that I’ve never been to Wales before so, although it’s a fleeting visit with the hubby, it’ll be nice to tick it off the list, have a mini break and see a good friend get married at the same time.
Speaking of aeroplanes, we’ve booked a holiday in the school hols to Rhodes! Once again, I’ve never been to Rhodes (or in fact Greece!) before, so it’s definitely a year of “firsts”. That flight will be considerably longer than that for the wedding (at least 4 hours), so I’ll be investing in some Kalms or booze (or both – should be interesting!). Eeeek. The diet also starts here and now.
The little man is now 5 years old and still full of chat and mischief. His latest loves are One Direction (worrying), football (now up to two sessions a week, sometimes three – zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz!), the Xbox and wearing shorts even when it rains. Kids are strange!
Since my last post we’ve had our first trip with J to A&E, an experience which proved less worrying than initially anticipated, but not one I’d like to repeat. This week we received some awful news that a little boy from Jake’s school, who Jake went to nursery class with last year, died after a 4 year brain tumour battle. Jake loved this little boy, despite his limitations with blindness and immobility, and really warmed to him last year. The prospect of breaking news of his death to Jake was not pleasant, especially relatively soon after his Nana dying, but he took it remarkably well.
I, on the other hand, cried all night and into the next day at the thought of such a little, loveable boy suffering so much in his short life. It’s not just tragic, it’s heartbreaking and cruel. There was a palpable sense of grief on the school run the next day, parents and teachers visibly close to tears and the kids quickly taken into their classrooms before the bell to discuss the news and show some respect, I guess. Life is unfair at times and my heart goes out to the family involved. It has affected me massively, and needless to say Jake has enjoyed lots more cuddles and tolerance on my part since it happened. It makes you appreciate such small things; watching him sleep, laughing at his little legs in his long school shorts, his awful Batman hat that he insists on wearing and the bigger things like his health and happiness, which we shouldn’t take for granted. Ever.
In cheerier news I’m soon to be an Aunty! Aunty Joanna! So that’s another “first” for me to look forward to. I’m SO excited I could pop! I don’t think my sister is quite so excited about the impending labour (!) but it’ll be SO worth it. A trip to Manchester will be quickly arranged, depending on when baby decides to arrive. A new life for the Marrs/Timms household. We all can’t wait.