Monday, 21 January 2013
Sunday, 20 January 2013
Saturday, 19 January 2013
Friday, 18 January 2013
Unhappy Birthday
What a couple of days....
Yesterday was my birthday. I turned 35. We had our whole day planned, George was going to nursery and Jon and I would have our first day alone together for fourteen months. We were going to the cinema, then to have lunch, then a relaxing afternoon at home until picking up G.
I should have realised when I cut my thumb right open underneath my nail the day wasn't going to go well, but after lovely cards, a bacon roll and a strong coffee I was quite excited. Silly me. Jon thought he smelled gas from next door and being a good neighbour he reported it to Transco. They arrived promptly and after testing outside came in to check our supply switching off our boiler in the process, only, when he came to switch it back on it was dead. No heat, no hot water, in fact, no birthday. We had to wait for engineers, who when they finally arrived could do nothing, a sorry pair walked through the icing sugar snow and the biting cold to the bear for lunch, a less sorry and very full pair walked back, hominy pie for Jon, gratin for me, with a collection of beautiful salads - tabbouleh, pasta, potato, coleslaw, olives and ciabatta. We blitzed and swapped our cold, damp bedroom around to maximise warmth and stave off the damn spores. Then Jon rushed to buy an oil radiator for it and we just had time to get G. The night was cold but our many blankets, little radiator and numerous candles kept us warm. Today, another engineer, another no, this time, no parts til Monday. Jon got back on the phone. Our insurance company played ball. We have accommodation for the weekend, we go tomorrow.
Next year, I'm moving my birthday to at least March.
Yesterday was my birthday. I turned 35. We had our whole day planned, George was going to nursery and Jon and I would have our first day alone together for fourteen months. We were going to the cinema, then to have lunch, then a relaxing afternoon at home until picking up G.
I should have realised when I cut my thumb right open underneath my nail the day wasn't going to go well, but after lovely cards, a bacon roll and a strong coffee I was quite excited. Silly me. Jon thought he smelled gas from next door and being a good neighbour he reported it to Transco. They arrived promptly and after testing outside came in to check our supply switching off our boiler in the process, only, when he came to switch it back on it was dead. No heat, no hot water, in fact, no birthday. We had to wait for engineers, who when they finally arrived could do nothing, a sorry pair walked through the icing sugar snow and the biting cold to the bear for lunch, a less sorry and very full pair walked back, hominy pie for Jon, gratin for me, with a collection of beautiful salads - tabbouleh, pasta, potato, coleslaw, olives and ciabatta. We blitzed and swapped our cold, damp bedroom around to maximise warmth and stave off the damn spores. Then Jon rushed to buy an oil radiator for it and we just had time to get G. The night was cold but our many blankets, little radiator and numerous candles kept us warm. Today, another engineer, another no, this time, no parts til Monday. Jon got back on the phone. Our insurance company played ball. We have accommodation for the weekend, we go tomorrow.
Next year, I'm moving my birthday to at least March.
Saturday, 12 January 2013
Wednesday, 9 January 2013
My Day
My first day looking after George on my own again went really well, after a late breakfast Jon went off to work and left us to it. We played with the farm and the dinosaurs and then George discovered windows and attacked the blinds, then he got a little bit grumpy and so we had a cuddle and he fell asleep on me so I popped him down for a nap on the sofa, when he woke up we ate some lovely ham and cheese salad for lunch and then we went for a walk in the park...busy busy busy...we got home just as it was getting dark and watched a bit of Cbeebies then until Daddy came home at 5.30 and we were really pleased to see him waving out of the window.
Monday, 7 January 2013
Meeting Stanley
We were absolutely honoured to be the first friends to visit Rachael and Ben and meet Stanley, he is absolutely tiny and completely adorable; the little family are doing brilliantly.
Saturday, 5 January 2013
Friday, 4 January 2013
HUGE Congratulations!
Welcome to the world
Stanley Jack Gwilliam
7lbs 7oz
3.47am
4/1/13
Our dearest wishes to Rachael and Ben on the birth of their beautiful baby boy, born two days early and after 43 hours of natural labour...wow...this girl knows how to rock the endorphins. We love you loads.xxx
Monday, 31 December 2012
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