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Family, Easter and Nostalgia

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With my children at their father’s, my OH away in Italy working, I am having a peaceful and quiet Easter weekend.

I love my own company. ¬†My younger DD wonders what I am going to do with my time, but I love the space and quiet, probably a bi-product of being an ‘only child’.

I’ve caught up with the chores, laundry and other mundane things, but even this is less stressful when not negotiating around arguing teens and organising my OH ūüėČ

Today I went on a nostalgia walk with my mum and dad, around Iffley and Oxford, where my dad grew up. We went to the church in which he was christened, a beautiful Norman church in the village of Iffley

He was chuffed to get inside.  The church was warm, you could smell candles had been burned this morning at the Easter service, the place was beautiful and had the feeling of warmth and community.

The font was there, here he stands by it, some 66 years after he was christened here, 70 years ago my grandparents were married here and much earlier my maternal grandparents too. It was lovely.

We walked by the boathouses, where the University team trains, where he had got into trouble for ‘bombing’ the rowers from bridges, and where he had learned to swim, running home to tell his dad “Dad! I can swim half-way across the river!” My grampy asked him why he had not swum the whole way across, to which he replied “Oh, I can only do half-way and back, all the way across is too far…”

There was the lane where he had taught my mum to ride his Lambretta, where she and him had crashed into bars as she ‘couldn’t turn corners’. ¬†And the bushes where the Americans would take their girls for a ‘roll in the hay’ whilst out rowing, and in which my dad and his pals would seek out lost money and zippo lighters.

We ended up for lunch in a pub back in Iffley Village,  after walking through Christ Church meadow, along the Iffley Road, past the running track where Bannister had run the 4 minute mile.

Past the church where my aunt had been married, and my dad had bashed his car on an uneven manhole cover, and at which my mum had been described as ‘the gorgeous girl in red’ by his cousin, Mum proudly added ‘That was ‘the red ¬†Chanel'” with a proud, smug grin.

We also passed his old school, and countless houses where ‘Bobby Smith’ ‘Jonny Norman’ et al had lived in those years ago….

The pub in Iffley village served us a wonderful roast dinner, and scrumptious puddings.  And then we came home.  I loved today.


Easter and stuff

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It’s been a while since I updated. ¬†Life has taken over and my internet dongle at home ran out of juice until today.

Easter has been and gone, yet the chocolate is hanging around taunting me.

On Good Friday we went to Petworth to visit family and had a lovely day, eating and a long walk around Petworth House. Saturday we had a lazy day, Sunday we met with my parents and friends at The Trout Inn in Wolvercote (a Morse pub in Oxford) and walked 5 miles to Eynsham along the Thames Footpath to the pub and back again (I lied and told the girls that we were walking a mile!)  It was a stunning day and a fabulous walk. Even walked back through a farm, so I bored everyone taking hundreds of photos of the piglets and cows!

The Walkers

On Monday we helped Mrs Merrick and Mr Merrick into their fabulous new home, from now on they will be called Lord Merrick and Lady Merrick (the infection has gone and they bear no resemblance to the Merrick family anymore, it’s just a term of endearment really!)

Spent the whole weekend eating crap and take-aways… Even the ten miler didn’t seem to do a lot for the snugness of my jeans.

This last week has been spent with girls and a couple of mornings at work, very boring, but have managed to get a few things done.

I am only at work for two days this week, so must plan something for next weekend. I am sorry this is such a boring post, but really, even the most windswept and interesting people have their off weeks.

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