Not blogging over the summer has left me all rusty and unable to write. It is frustrating – there are so many posts that I want to get out of my head. I think part of the problem is that there are so many and so none of them are fully formed. Or something like that. Or I get hung up on things being chronological so I don’t feel that I can write about this weekend without first writing the letter to Piran for his fifth birthday (six weeks ago) or craft projects completed before the summer. There are my #yearinbooks posts for at least two months.
I need to get back into the flow and that means just forgetting about all that and starting.
And so. Last Wednesday afternoon I took my tiny bag and wheelie suitcase and went off for a four day adventure in Cornwall. The trip was to see my best friend get married but it was so much more too. Here are my Instagram pictures – all hashtagged #fourdaysnokids
Obviously I missed my children but I almost missed Mr C more as 3 hours after I got back he left again which means I will have seen him only 3 hours in 13 days by the time he gets back this weekend. There is nothing more amazing than walking through the arrivals door and hearing two little people scream “MUMMY” and hurtle towards you. It was a special weekend for many reasons but coming home was very lovely indeed.