This is a really boring blog post

Oh my dear blog, I've missed you. Your beautiful blank pages just waiting to be filled with my humble witterings; your teasing comment box luring a reader or two in; your dusty old archives testimony that you were once a more regular haunt of mine.

But the boring stuff has got in the way. Well I say boring but...

Is a 20ft dinosaur boring?

When was a toffee fudge sundae ever boring?

In no way can autumn ever be called dull?

  

A cup of tea is only boring when you don't have time to savour every last drop.

Grandma's new flat is only a minute's walk from our house compared to the boring hour drive we used to have.

Golden hour. Never boring.

Nope, not ever.

Can't even take a boring selfie without someone making it more 'interesting'.

This post is an attempt to catch up with my 365project. I have taken a photo a day but have saved you from the truly boring episodes. 

So boring life, take a back seat please, and let me have some blogging fun!

Double Helping of Busy

The first photo of the week Is a pretty accurate summary of how the last 2 weeks have shaped up: all grace and calm on the surface, a considered preening of feathers, and an occasional flick of the head indicating impatience. Beneath the surface there is enough paddling to stir up a whirlpool if conditions allow.

Busy brain, busy life, busy roads. A new school year, a new BTEC course, and a new kidney. 

Family outing to a new place. Lovely, peaceful and sunny. Soak up the calm.

Do I look like an alien? I really should unsubscribe from Bored Panda.

That chilled out pair were far from chilled out. *leaves scene of devastation at restaurant*.

Higher. Faster. Now. Don't stop. More.

The Wee One. My baby. All smart, confident and still cheeky.

This mosaic is in Addenbrooks Hospital where my Dad just got a new kidney. 

There will now follow a pause where I should have posted last weeks' 365.

Mr Frog is becoming a local celebrity.

Through the windscreen: 8 hours, 300 miles and a tired chauffeur but Mum got to see Dad so it was worth it.

The simplest things can give so much pleasure. Feather treasure!

*€<{{^*¥! Stubbed toe. Sorry for myself.

This bug needs lessons on mascara application. Clumping.

Poor Misty Moo. Trying to shoehorn a walk for her into the busy schedule!

After school footie with Dad makes for a happy Big One!

The Wee One likes to help me in the kitchen. Sitting on the work top and swinging his legs doesn't quite add up to help though :-)

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Is it nearly Christmas yet?

and other questions I've been asked this week.

Q. Mummy, can we buy one?

A. Yes, as long as it fits in your pocket.

Q. Can I have a sweetie now?

A. You can have one after we've bought some.

Q. Why can't I go to bed at the same time as you?

A. Because I need some me time to drink half a bottle of wine and raid your sweetie jar.

Q. Do I look beautiful, mummy?

A. Always, my princess.

Q. Will it be cold, mummy?

A. Not very cold, no. 

Q. Why can't we have that trolley? *points to the 8th trolley back from the end*

A. Because you can only put vegetables in that one.

Q. Why don't you sit on the sofa the same way I do?

A. Because mummy's bottom is too big.

We have also been preparing Christmas lists. And counting sleeps till Christmas Day. 

Q. Is it time for them to go back to school yet?

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Five On Tour

We've been on tour.

Well technically a tour would suggest multiple locations so perhaps the hashtag I chose to use on Instagram wasn't very well thought out. But #fiveonholiday doesn't have the same cache as #fiveontour so I repeat, we've been on tour.

Wales was our location of choice, specifically Porthmadog in the North West and overlooking the Snowdonia National Park. Can I just say, "Stunning scenery!" 

But can I also just say, "Changeable weather!"

There was bonding over crabbing in the harbour, and a sunset BBQ with friends. That sand gets very cold once the sun goes down, but standing on the spot where the BBQ fizzled out is a lovely way to warm the toes. Top tip right there. 

Beaches played a key role as did the rocks over which the Wee One leapt without a thought for his paranoid mother.

And then we went to a couple more beaches just to be sure we filled the beach quota. And filled the car with sand.

Today I went back to work, Misty Moo was collected from her doggy holidays and all the possible washing machine hours were fully utilised. And we all said what a lovely time we had.

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7 Reasons to love where I live

The summer break has so far been spent within 10 miles of our front door.
We are very lucky in that we like where we live or this week could have been a bit of a drag!

Here are 7 reasons to love where we live:

Actually here are 100 reasons to love our manor this week. 100+ Aston Martins in the shadow of our favourite house in the county, Burghley House.

The Wee One out did himself by having a tantrum in the middle of the grand circle of astonishingly luxurious cars, shouting and screaming that he wanted to buy one. Explaining he only had £1.27 in his piggy bank did little to appease him. On sympathetic owner kindly explained that it had taken him 50 years to save up for his Aston Martin so if the Wee One kept saving his pocket money, maybe he could buy one by the time he is 50 too.

The stone that prevails through Stamford and the evocative doorways, hinting at a mysterious past.

You can be a champion cheerleader and gymnast in a small town where there aren't many cheerleaders or gymnasts! She did brilliantly even though the competition wasn't exactly hot.

That sky, that view and nothing but a hedge to spoil it.

We make our own sherry. No, we don't but the weather has been so perfect in our little micro climate that a chilled sherry as I was working one evening made perfect sense.

The county is pretty flat which makes learning to ride a bike that little bit easier. By the way, she taught herself to ride a bike on Friday in a friend's garden. She went from not even wanting to sit on a bike, to one lesson with Daddy with a reassuring grip on the saddle, to riding the full length of the garden unaided. Seriously, how does that even happen?

The town is so small that I have taken a photo of every single view, except this one. It was going to be a view of the sky, but the Wee One wanted a selfie and then I photobombed my own shot!

Next week is another week of being local tourists in between working. That is until Saturday when we will be Wales-bound. Cannot wait!

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