The weather is appropriately gloomy for end of holidays, an extension of the longest winter of my life. I swear, even in Boston, it was getting warm before April! I am dispropotionately sad at the end of our family time, considering we have been a plague house. Itsyboo had a tummy bug that meant I had to eat his Easter egg. Miss A was epically car sick the day we dared a trip to the sea side. We learned that poor Coco has a yeast infection in her ears (I had to both cross my legs and cover my ears at the news).
But despite all the vomit and yeast, it was so lovely to spend time together. It will be fun to recount for a while how Miss A had to have lunch wearing daddy's jumper, then got a new designer outfit from the only kids' clothing shop we could find in Rye.
It's especially great that it says Joules all over it, so everyone knows that I can drop a bomb on kids' clothes
Normally, I confess the kids are outfitted via donations from friends topped up with bundles from e-bay, but given the fact that I was going to buy a new outfit, I did go for the most gorgeous one there. Her leggings, which I have utterly failed to find a photo of, have a print to die for. C, who does not buy the gift clothing in the family, nearly choked at the till. Good times.
So now, on a day so grey that I have all the lights in the house on even though the curtains are open, I am back to business. I had the kids fed, the dog's ears cleaned and medicated and the hot tub fiddled with by 8 am. We played all morning, then had a fabulous home-cooked lunch (chicken, mushroom, and pea barley risotto). Now we are fleeing to London to the afternoon because, seriously, what can you do in this weather? This is not what I moved to the countryside for...
I still love it, though.
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