Wow.
What a week!
Or has it been two weeks?
So, after the sale of my father’s house, alongside all of the sad thoughts that brought up, my father’s fiance decided she doesn’t want to be with my dad anymore.
To sum up: my dad is now living with me. I am actually a mixture of relieved and estatic at the situation… I don’t want to begin to analyse how and and where those feelings have come from!
A month or so ago, hubby and I booked a camping trip down the road from us. Just a bit of something different not necessarily to see the sights anywhere. Roll on last Friday when we pitched up in a field in the middle of nowhere. It became apparent very quickly, just why we had managed to book 5 nights on a serviced pitch in the middle of August for under £100. There is nothing here at all. No cafe, no farm shop, no entertainment no pubs nearby no shops. You can’t even walk out of the place. We are in a field, surrounded by farm fields, on the edge of a high speed main road. The nearest walking area for dogs is a couple of miles away by car.
Roll on a couple of nights just the two of us. Luckily we bought almost all the food we would need and spent a glorious couple of days playing copious amounts of card games as well as two rounds of monopoly (a game to each of us!) And having fun cooking on our little camping stove.
I had booked to stay a few extra days on my own, boy am I glad I did.
Although my plan to sunbathe the days away fell apart after the first rainstorm, the rest in general has been lovely 🙂
I am not doing anything I can’t do at home. Many people would say I have wasted two days.
I disagree.
Watching a touch of frost on YouTube (thank God for mobile internet) playing card games on my own, reading a book and eating too much.
Just like the early days when I went up to Scotland. Before the drugs. Before anyone had internet. Before we had proper jobs and therefore proper money to go out with. When going anywhere required a walk as I didn’t have a car. When my C would be at work and I would have to find ways of passing the time.
I used to hate that.
Now, I am much more used to my own time.
Now, I feel able to cope.
No it’s not a wasted two days. It’s been a much needed break. Much needed time alone. Without the pull of mundane chores like the washing machine or house cleaning. Without 999 channels, sky boxsets and pausible TV . Without the list of things that need to be done staring at me from the countertop.
Everyone needs a break sometimes.
FaerieFalls 