We're back!
It was lovely.... just lovely. We read, swam, sunbathed when the weather allowed it, and explored the island in our TINY hire car. We had coffees galore in lovely cafes and wandered around markets, ate seafood, and didn't have to worry about anyone else but ourselves for a whole week. It really was as good as it should have been.
The hotel had a spa - and when we arrived at the hotel I was handed a voucher. Not only had my mother volunteered to have the kids she'd also booked me an amazing massage with a chocolate wrap - Easter theme I guess!?! So Saturday saw me covered in chocolate and wrapped in clingfilm with only paper knickers to keep me company. Thank heavens it WAS only Saturday - and the beauty therapist - who did see me!
I read voraciously, but did manage to talk to Roger too. Now I'm right in the middle of 'The Girl Who Kicked The Hornet's Nest' and back with the kids. I cannot put it down but am having to. Torture!
The kids were really well behaved when we were gone and had a fantastic time with my mum. Hattie was furious with me the whole of yesterday, saying 'stay Grandma' and pushing away my kisses. She's melted a bit today - but still mutters about her Grandma if she thinks I'm getting too familiar. I think she did really miss me - but I know she was just fine with my mum too.
My aches and pains have pretty much disappeared - that's good! But I did discover, as I'd suspected, that my tiredness is not just to do with the kids. I had my moments of exhaustion in Majorca and my energy levels were not brilliant. Of course back home I don't have the option of taking a nap when things become too tiring, and that's really what I need to do.
And tomorrow, we're taking the kids camping for a couple of days. The forecast is ok, but I'm feeling weak at the prospect. Can we remember how to put up the tent? I'll have to somehow make risotto on our camping stove. Oh oh oh - it's a far cry from lounging in Majorca. And we're getting our kittens on Wednesday. Much excitement all round and debating about names. Daisy and Bill we think. Don't ask!
6 comments:
It sounds like a wonderful week! I bet your going to have a fantastic time camping, too. It never hurts to practice setting up the tent. Tell your hubby it needs to air...
That looks lovely... we had a week in Majorca last October - my first visit! But it won't be my last.
Ahhhhh.
Welcome home.
Surely the medics told you that it takes anything up to two years for that chemo muck to leave the system and 'til it does you will feel like a half filled balloon energy wise.
I'm delighted you had a good break, and that you brought the Husband. His worry for you his wife and his kid mother must have been truly debilitating.
Looks glorious, and I'm so glad it was everything it should have been!!! So when you are dealing with the day to day mucky-muck you can have a warm happy place to visit in your mind. And besides, it's spring in England now, too, isn't it? Welcome home.
Sounds like a week to be envied. Start planning for the next one!
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