Hello! The joy of being late with April's post means here I am again with May's post!
(Woohoo! I hear you shout-sarcastically)
I started May by returning home from holiday - a shocking change in temperature!
I've never been on such a quiet flight, there were 19 passengers that's it! Everyone looked like they'd fallen out because they had a row of seats each!
My may has been a post holiday roller coaster of pretending I'm still away and so eating and drinking as such. (Excuse: but it's been so sunny in England!) Then telling myself I need to get a grip and choosing ice lolly's opposed to magnums. Cue grumbles of objection from my stomach!
Here's my May.
A BBQ with a Bowfell starter!
May was the month I did my first Wainwright! and I am, as they say, proud as punch! (Do they still say that? actually what does it even mean?...)
I'm glad I did it, at times I thought my thighs would forever remain at a 90 degree angle ('there's no climbing' my friend said...) but I'm glad I did it.
My face resembled a beetroot and I used my inhaler twice to avoid panting to my death, but I'm glad I did it.
As we descended, my head was pounding and on the drive home I barfed into a hedge but I'm glad I did it!
All that aside, I shared a beautiful day with friends (their kids managed it without inhalers, barfing or trembling thighs!!) and the view from the top was simply stunning. I really felt like I was on top of the world. I developed a new found respect for all hikers and fell runners, in fact one even put me to shame!
As we neared the top, and I was close to tripping my friend up if she dared mutter the words 'it's just up here' again, an elderly fell runner ran past! His casual bank holiday Monday run up a mountain, shamed me into getting on with it!
The incentive of a BBQ also helped with our 6 hour wander (yes 6 hours) and was the main focus of our motivational chanting! A lazy, food filled evening in our friend's garden felt well earned I can tell you!
We did enjoy another BBQ with our friends in May, but that time I made sure to ask if it came with a Bowfell starter before I accepted!
Friendship is important!
It's important to encourage friends right? and it's our duty to show our friends love and support? So if they move to Spain to work for six months, it's only fair to pop round for a catch up...
I know what you're thinking, "You just got back from Greece!" I've told you before, I'm addicted and we only had to pay for flights - bonus!
It was just brilliant getting to share a small piece of their Spanish adventure, they showed us around, took us to delicious restaurants and they casually spoke Spanish as if they hadn't only been learning for 5 months! Talk about feeling like a tourist!
Ok so it was a bit of a working holiday and we took the laptop, but if you're going to work anyway, why not do it by the pool with an ice-cream?! Despite the working, we managed to squeeze in a swim, play zombies with the kids (as you do) and I Simply Sarah even bonded with their dogs!
It was an absolute privilege to invade their life in Spain!
The rest of this month was about catching up with friends, having family visit us (lots of kidders to play with!) and possibly the start of something exciting, nope I'm not telling! watch this space, I don't want to jinx it :)
So during May...
I reaffirmed that a positive attitude brings good things (thank you universe) Also, whether it's in Spain or the back garden, spending time with family and friends is pretty special!
And finally, I learned that living in the UK is better (and easier) when the sun comes out to play!
(2 weeks and counting!)
There you have it, month 5, done!
How was yours?
How old are you? Have you wandered beyond any of those milestone birthdays yet?
I remember approaching my 30th and I had a real problem with it, I wanted to tiptoe into that next decade without any attention. A meal, a night out and a decade later and here I am taking fairy steps towards my 40th. Yes four whole decades of me. I'm not going to dread it because it made no difference the last time so instead I'm insisting people know just how young 40 actually is!
In fact I'm so youthful that I'm typing this whilst chewing Hubba Bubba, and yes I'm blowing it into giant bubbles.
I'm a November baby, a Scorpio ← if you want to learn about my supposed characteristics, click on the link and let me know if you agree 😉But please for goodness sake ignore the bit about body parts! (What the hell?) Oh and yes I am stubborn 🙂
Over the years I've often enjoyed an extended birthday simply because my friends and family are dotted all over the place, but this time it's started in September! How good is that!
I met my brother and he gave me a gorgeous jewellery set so I already have a birthday present 😀 Not only that but it turns out that my husband and a good friend have been in cahoots since March (March!!) and there's a girly weekend in Sardinia on the horizon!
How lucky am I! Perfetto!
Don't you think it's interesting that we celebrate these big birthdays? It's as though each one is a major achievement of plodding through life to the next one.
Treats and spending time with loved ones is a definite tick in my book, but on my 40th, what am I actually celebrating?
Possibly the amazing achievement of surviving the world for four decades because I'm (apparently) a controlling and stubborn Scorpio. (Girl Power!)
Or maybe it's a celebration for surviving this long! surviving without being banished to another planet by my family and friends, for being that same controlling and stubborn Scorpio! Hmm...
Who cares why we celebrate the big ones? I'm going to be 40 and it's my turn to enjoy it!
So what will turning 40 bring? wrinkles? creaky joints? the inability to retain information?
Well, I discovered my first wrinkle many years ago, I tried to wipe away foundation that had run into it like a river settling onto a river bed! My knees have creaked since I was fourteen and can break the ice during any awkward silence. And as for retaining information, there hasn't been room in my brain since the birds and butterflies from Snow White flew in during my childhood.
Yup, no old aged concerns here!
As old as my daughter may think I'm going to be, it's said that life actually begins at 40.
Apparently, I'll ooze a new found confidence and not give a buggery what anyone else thinks!
Yep at 40, I will lead my life knowing that I'm apparently a decade worth of wiser than when I turned 30. I apparently won't bat an eyelid knowing that my tactful days are over, all because my new 'couldn't give a buggery' expression says it all anyway!
Don't worry, I'll definitely keep smiling, singing while driving, shuffling through leaves when walking and loving my entire life and those I share it with.
But let it be known, that the wise, confident and tactless 40 year old me will use what ever is in my hand at the time, to slap whoever risks even implying that I'm middle aged!
You know, I think I'm ready.
Bring on 40!
(a very youthful)
Last week was an amazing week, why? you ask.. I'll tell you why,
I found my Dad!
I know! bloody amazing right? I've spent my life knowing my Dad's name but not kowing him and not seeing him since I was a tot. Mostly I got on with life, occasionally wondering what he was like, what he was doing. Sometimes I wanted to find him, sometimes I wasn't bothered. Maybe that sounds harsh but it really depended on how I was feeling at any given time!
A year ago, I met the guy (Potential Dad, aka PD!) for the first time that I can remember. I also met his children. Big stuff! So since last year, we've been in touch, we've started to build relationships but I still never knew for sure. I could see resemblances, as could others, but was it because we were looking for them? My potential brother and sisters could see similarities between us all too but nothing was definite.
I decided that I would never settle unless I had a tick in the box in my head and in true talk show style, I bought a DNA test. It's quite odd really, we visited the new family and sat casually chatting whilst we swabbed our cheeks!
Isn't it bizarre that you can order a test online, swab your cheeks, post the samples and receive your results by email a few days later! Bizarre and incredible! We get on well so we all vowed to stay in touch if the result was negative, all the while hoping it would be positive!
Three days I spent refreshing my emails! One of the days, I stupidly checked my emails whilst walking home and saw one from the lab. Ignoring my own rule of only opening the email at home (Who knows what my reaction would be! It was quite possible I'd either cry or jig in the street!)
I opened it and frantically scoured the content whilst stood in the middle of the pavement. It turned out it was just an acknowledgement of receiving the samples! Luckily the email also specified a time and date, which meant I could ease off refreshing my inbox every five minutes! (Okay maybe I still did it!) The next day at lunchtime, my phone rings and it's PD (Potential Dad)
I answer nervously and excitedly,
"Have you seen it?!" He asks frantically
"No, tell me tell me!" I say as giddy as a kipper (how giddy is an actual kipper?!)
"I'm your Dad!" He declares. I can tell he's smiling.
Squeals, laughs and cheers fill the room, from him, me and my family who are sat with me.
It's a strange and great feeling discovering you're definitely from someone, part of someone and part of a whole new family!
Amongst the phone calls of excitement, it was arranged that my Dad, brother and neice would visit the following day. We had a scorcher of a day, a picnic by the lake and the champagne that had spent three years waiting for a worthy occasion, finally got cracked open! We toasted family and had a special day together.
So there you have it, I definitely have a Dad, a new brother, two new sisters and that's not accounting for anyone else in the new family!
I'm looking forward to a future of learning about eachother, building relationships and making memories. Now, if you're wondering why I would share all of this with you, if you're thinking this is a private thing. I can assure you that this is actually an amazing thing, and if I could climb onto the roof I would indeed shout it from the roof top!
Let me tell you, it's not just a cliche, life really is short, so do what you need to do ☺
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