
Some photos of the Redbull Air Race, held in London this month... and on the Thames, not at Longleat! Far better idea of course... Longleat, although a lovely farmy area... was horrific last year for traffic.
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It's my hubby's birthday today, the big 36!
We were going to visit Arundel Castle in West Sussex, but have had to cancel due to the adverse weather we are having, plus because I am really not well enough to travel.
He doesn't complain though, he is such an easy, unselfish husband. And I am so blessed!
Family have called and texted, and I made him a birthday cake... yes, even amidst my delirium yesterday! Not too sure how I did it as I was feeling so nauseus, but I did it. He seems happy and the cake seems edible :)
He got some Calvin Klein undies (what's a birthday without undies???), and some old war movies... like Dunkirk etc. He loves these.
Also, excitingly, I received my Ofsted Childminding Registration Certificate in the post today. I am so delighted! :)) A real answer to prayer to have received it so soon.
We also received 2 DVDs from Lance's folks re their recent holiday to Vic Falls. His father is with the camcorder what I am with the camera! :) On our travel list for sure. So much to see and do!
Going to sign off and see if the birthday boy needs anything. Another tickle no doubt ;)
Well, this came out of the blue... as I thought I'd have to wait till the dates in September rolled up for me to register...
I got a call from the inspector from Ofsted a few days ago, saying that she had brought my case before the regional Ofsted head, and the head had decided they would make an exception in my case, and grant me an early registration!
I am amazed!!!
And what was popped through the post box today??? My registration certificate! Woohoooooooooooo
~ It's a significant date
~ The Tour de France prologue is today in London
~ It's the woman's tennis finals at Wimbledon!
but most especially
~ It's the 2nd anniversary of the London bombings.
Thoughts and prayers go to all that were affected in some way.
So glad the other 2 bombs were found and Glasgow didnt have casualties.
I hope this menace on society (terrorism) is stopped!
We often write little notes for eachother... hubby especially. I'll walk to the bathroom mirror, and there'll be one there... then I'll walk to the fridge - one there attached to a magnet... and then I'll (of course, and he KNOWS this!) have to check out VT, and there'll be one sitting on the keyboard. Little love notes :)
I love it.
He came home with a card a couple days ago - I'm having a bit of a rough time and he knows this, and the card (with his little love essay inside) just made me cry... and laugh.. and then cry again.
He gets me flowers, and not always on Fridays... can be any day. I love his spontaneity! He also came home with Hitchcock's DVD collection the other day.. big surprise for me :)
I just got him something too (hiding next to the bed at the mo), which I wont describe in case he reads this.
It's the back tickles, the cups of tea, washing one's back with those special rough bath washes etc. that make the difference. We do this for eachother all the time - not every day, but it doesnt have to be a special day like a birthday etc.
Every day I am so grateful to have him at my side. We chatted again re this this morning too. I honestly dont know what I'd do without him, but somehow, we all cope.
I just have to laugh!!! I am so housewifey since I am at home more... and this is so typical...
So this is how it went.
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Lance phones earlier on... his tooth filling has fallen out... oooh aah..
So wifey the secretary phones around (never been to dentist sice we moved so dont know local ones), to find a doc that isnt NHS (had a horrific scare once at one) but isnt too expensive... finds one... books an appt. First thing tomorrow morning.
Good wife.
Hubby comes home.
Oh dear.
His tooth is sore and his whole mouth is actually enflamed. His eyes are downcast, his shoulders slumped (he's playing the patient well..)
He asks me whats for dinner, I get it ready. He needs fruit juice. I pour it... with much love.
He eats up (good appetite for one with such a sore mouth I note)... then collapses back into the sofa.
Are there any treats he asks? No, I reply.
Oh no, he now has a tenson headache. Can I rub it please?
I rub it... then his eyes are sore. Jen massages his eyeballs (sounds lovely huh) and strokes his hair.
Did you wash my clothes earlier? Yes dear.
He's afraid of the dentist he says. I know, I soothingly say. But it'll be okay. Would you like me to come with you?
No, it's okay he says.
How will I get to work after the dentist? (shame, in his pain and delirium he has forgotten his route to work too..)
He is so shattered he needs to get to bed early, but needs help walking to the bedroom... Jen leads him there and tucks him into bed. Gently of course. Wouldnt want to distress his tooth.
Oh, please dont go he says, his hamstrings are now sore... he throws back the covers so I can massage his hamstrings. Did you know hamstrings actually go into one's back??? I learn something new every day...
Then his back needs a tickle.
Then, with a furrowed brow and a delicate (but tortured) sigh... he closes his eyes.
What a day.
Wifey kisses him goodnight and tiptoes out. Not forgetting to set his alarm clock.
Bless, he can sleep in a bit tomorrow as he's going to the dentist first at 9:00, not leaving at 6:30 for work.
What shall I make him for breakfast? Hmm... it had better be a SOFT egg.
Moral: Man-toothache is always more than mere toothache.
Natural and wild