I've noticed my blog is looking quite light on personal stuff recently, and while I don't want to share the ins and outs of my usually boring days, it does feel better to share occasionally...so here's a recap of the family's trip to Portugal.
If you're a regular visitor to the blog you'll know we haven't had the best year, there's been a lot of ups and downs - my job as editor of Quilt Now and the fabric I've designed for Art Gallery being the extreme ups and my husband's brain haemorrhage being the extreme low (as well as the effect it had on our oldest child, and how difficult it has been for her to deal with things).
As a family we hadn't been away for 4 years. Financially we didn't have the money, things have been really tough (as they have been for so many people) and so this break was a huge thing. Last year I was going away with the kids but that was cancelled literally at the last minute when Warren went into hospital, we were packed, we were ready, the cats were at the cattery...and then we didn't go.
This year it was going to plan....until I went to check in online for our flights and realised I had the days wrong, we'd missed our outward flights. Work has been so crazy and I'd tried to get so much organised before I left that I had written the wrong day in my diary. Stupid stupid stupid, KJ. So there were a lot of tears (I was ridiculously hysterical, when I phoned Warren to tell him he thought something awful had happened, so he was actually pretty relieved when it was just the flights), until I managed to book us flights the following day but cutting short our break by a day and a half, effectively (and making the holiday more expensive than it should have been).
(So for those of you that always ask, how do I manage to do everything....sometimes I really don't, I'm usually organised, I'm usually pretty good, but I managed to completely mess up!)
We eventually headed to Portugal, which I'm told is beautiful but honestly, all we saw was the hotel, the pool and the beach. We did no exploring, we just slept pretty much and that was perfect.
It was the teenager's 15th birthday while we were away, which we celebrated by lazing around and doing nothing (here's a rare picture she allowed us to take of her...pulling a stupid face, of course)
I did a little bit of stitching, I read a couple of books, I spent a lot of valuable and precious time with my most favourite people, and we had the best almost a week away in the sunshine.
Little Ginge even managed to get a bit of colour on his skin (although mostly he just got freckly)
The husbeast already had plenty of colour...
Next year, by hook or by crook, we will go away again. Sometimes you just need a break, and next year is a pretty big year. I turn 40 (ouch), Gracey turns 16 and leaves school, we definitely need to get away again...this time for a full week in the sunshine, and maybe I won't be in charge of the flight details this time.
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