Sweet Weekend

Ah, this weekend was so lush! Just thought I’d write a super-quick bloggy bit about it in case I forget it!

So we didn’t do anything drastic, the most out-of-the-ordinary part about our weekend was that is was so uneventful. Which right now, in our family is a gooood thing. The last few months have been gulped up with writing commitments, kids finding their feet at high-school, house viewings and dashing in and out of Birmingham to see my kid sis going toe-to-toe with some unpleasant treatment or other.

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But not this weekend! OH NO! This weekend was all about falling asleep reading books and yelling at the kids and dealing with babies on hangovers (step away from that phone, the baby didn’t have the hangover) and Sunday league football.

After all that post-chemo roughness had left her feeling pretty bloody awful all week, by Friday Mena had finally made it downstairs for a few hours so the boys got to say hi to her after school for a change instead of having to keep it down so she can rest. Which was a brilliant start to the weekend because they hadn’t seen her looking so beaut in ages.

So Saturday, the Knight rabble headed over to Dovedale, which is about 45mins from where we live, to blow off a bit of steam. As part of the peak district it’s a pretty gorgeous place to chill out, especially under a low sun and that’s what we’d have probably done had we not have been sniping at each other for most of it. The kids rowed all the way there, obviously. Knighty and I bickered over whose parenting needed more time on the naughty step (he knows it’s his) and then after a few happy family shots and plenty of sulking in between, we finally agreed on something and yelled (as a team) at the kids all the way back home.

By the time we were back in Staffordshire, it was like the Generation Game as Knighty reeled off all the things our offspring are now banned from. I contributed a few items, but he had it covered. The Xbox… Colour TV… Fizzy pop, sweets, crap in general, late nights… Fun of any sort. Having friends. Smiling.

The list was endless. I was so impressed with Knighty’s decree I fancied him a bit again by the time we pulled up at the house.

So saturday was a typical family day out then, only with no major worries. It was ace. (Although our newly de-funned kids might not agree.)

And then Saturday night, our clan of five actually went out! Socialising! As a family! We went out en masse and raised a glass with some pals to toast their marriage, crazy fools. We bought a round of drinks… for eight quid! EIGHT QUID! And that wasn’t the last shocker of the night either… we actually managed, as a family, to make the journey back home mucking around and laughing with each other. No threats, no bickering, just a few breakneck rides up and down the street in Jesse’s buggy. Okay, so it was only a few minutes’ walk back to ours, but hey! Harmony is harmony, right?

Larking about in the middle of the night with the homies.

Larking about in the middle of the night with the homies.

Howzat for rough? My sister thinks she's got hair problems...

The Sunday morning shot. Howzat for rough? My sister thinks she’s got hair problems…

So all in all, a decent weekend topped off with yesterday, the cherry on the cake of our delightfully uneventful two days together. After weeks stuck in hospital followed by days stuck holed up feeling like rubbish at her place, my sister rocked up at my place to hang out for an hour. Fully dressed, no drips or slippers in sight. And that was our totally boring, sweet weekend!

You learn how to pout at highschool these days.

You learn how to pout at highschool these days.

I'm not gonna lie, when those hot air balloons came over the hillside, I yipped with glee. What? Those things are massive in real life!

I’m not gonna lie, when those hot air balloons came over the hillside, I yipped with glee.

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Family bliss. Sort of.

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Pesky kids, took breadcrumbs didn’t they…

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Little Boys and Big Blazers

So Kid A has started high school. It’s been two weeks and still something tightens in my stomach when I think about him optimistically gambolling towards the school gates each morning, arms swinging inside his too-long blazer sleeves, a healthy glint of trepidation in his eyes and Marmite around his mouth.

On the first day, he came home asking what a ‘bender’ was. The second week he got to watch his first real-life fight between two other first year boys, not live of course, some foul little voyeur had captured it blow for blow on his mobile phone for the likes of… well… my son, to marvel at.

Bleurgh. He only just turned eleven years old last month. He gave me a kiss this morning in the car before dashing out to meet his pals. He’d forgotten. He’d forgotten that for the last two weeks, he hasn’t been so much of the chirpy wide-eyed little lad we’ve always known, but some sort of Oliver/Kevin hybrid. One minute he’s snuggled on the sofa, rupturing into one of the big numbers off the new Annie (you should check that, Jamie Foxx is H.O.T.) and the next he’s listing all the ways he’s going to annihilate his younger brother if he so much as breathes wrong.

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Little boy? Teenager? Where the hell is he now?! He’s not sure either, he thinks it should be somewhere nearer the Kevin end of the spectrum but this morning in his rush he forgot, and an old habit bubbled to the surface.

‘Bye, Mum!’ he chirped, offering up those lovely pudgy cheeks. I seized my chance and laid a big smackeroony on him, and then promptly checked no-one in a school blazer might be watching, camera-phone poised.

As it is, he’s just come home feeling crook. He has blood on his shirt from a sneezing fit (No, Anouska, he didn’t get flattened by anyone, it’s not going viral on YouTube… don’t be so dramatic…) and is currently asking for a bowl of soup. So I’m off. To dispense said soup. And kisses, if he’ll let me.

Right after I’ve checked YouTube…

Oops… the self-promotion bit

Argh, I’m rubbish at this lark. A more savvy writer with a vested interest in selling books would’ve nailed this sooner. Like I should probably have done… as in two years ago, when my first book came out.

What’s that you say? A link to find and potentially buy my books? With ease, you say? Oh yeah, I didn’t think too much about that.

Let’s have a mooch around then…

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… nope. I can’t even work out where to put a link on this here blog. So here it is, people. In all it’s crude glory. A link. It’s even in bold. So you can find and potentially buy my books. With ease. If you want to of course x

 Click heeeere for Amazon Author Page!