For winter, it’s not a bad gig πŸ˜Š

For Winter, it’s not a bad gig 😊


The last 2 months have gone so fast, I think it’s because my poor brain has had to adjust to office work again, after 11-ish years off πŸ˜†

I’m loving it. Don’t get me wrong, it feels like I’m back at the start, I’m learning so much, I’m forgetting so much, I’m asking a myriad of (probably very stoopid) questions, but I’m working with a brilliant team of very patient people 🀣

The boys have adapted well to a new routine of being very on time for school, and Mark has adapted well to being a stay-at-home Dad for the holidays. He’s loving it a bit too much I think 🀨 (even my demands for dinner on the table when I get home have been met, and the washing done!) I think the boy is angling for an early retirement 😜

The best thing is, I still have Fridays off, so I still get to help out school with Sausage Sizzling (it’s a Friday fundraiser thing) and I get to do the odd school trip, like helping the kids to plant bushes in the beach dunes. Again, it’s not a bad gig for Winter 😎


On that note, Fred has been coping incredibly well at school 😊 this kid makes me smile every day… he makes me swear under my breath every day too, but I’m proud as punch that he’s actually enjoying himself in the classroom. His autism makes him really anxious, but he mostly keeps it under control… sometimes it pops out in the form of impatience. See this photo? I can seriously imagine exactly what is going through Fred’s head at this point 🀣🀣🀣


Those little cherubs.

Joe and Tom have loved learning drumming this term, they both performed at the end of term assembly and were amazing 😍

We also travelled to Cambridge for a footie tournament with the Papamoa Kawahai, and our Joe got Player of the Day, despite dropping later with tonsillitis, bless his cotton socks ❀


And despite our best efforts in the biscuit baking stakes, England are not bringing Football Home.

We watched the England v Croatia match at 6am, and when we scored 5 minutes in, I was so glad I’d baked these cookies the night before:


Then when the blooming Croats scored and it went to extra time, I had to get in the car to drive to work, and oh my GOD, could I find a radio station with the footie on? Nope. Driving like a woman possessed with my finger on the scan button, I finally found it as I pulled in to work. And as I hoisted the cookies out of the car…. Croatia scored.. 😭😭😭

Those cookies nearly got stamped on before they reached the office πŸ˜†

Ah well, weΒ did great, but a little part of me still wanted to get up at 3am on Monday to watch the match. Not now. I will sleep soundly and wake to the news that France have been beaten πŸ˜πŸ˜†

There’s always 2022 πŸ˜„πŸ˜„πŸ˜„

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