I went on a little day trip last week. Betcha can’t guess where …
I have about three blog posts (at least!) in my mind that I want to write about but this week has slipped past me in a bit of a blur. Well not so much slipped, I feel like we have determinedly hiked right to the very top of this week wearing unsuitable footwear and battling tough weather.
But … Andy rang me at lunch time today and asked if, instead of me cooking like usual, I would like to be taken out for dinner instead.
When I got home from work, instead of setting to in the kitchen and washing up/drying up/making tomorrow’s lunches/cooking dinner, I made myself a cup of tea and sat down to sew in the ends on my granny squares.
Instead of the “whatever from the freezer with some kind of salad” that I had planned I met Andy at the station and we went out for Italian. I had the cannelloni, he had the belly pork. It was lovely and I felt myself relaxing for the first time all week.
When we got home, we had another cup of tea and listened to The News Quiz on iPlayer while I finished sewing in my granny square ends. 36 squares now.
After that, we felt the baby kicking for a while. I can actually see the kicks a lot of the time, although Andy can’t see them. The feeling of seeing and feeling baby kick is out of this world and I don’t think my fascination with it will ever end.
Now, I am going to bed happy in the knowledge that I can turn my alarm clock off and sleep without needing to wake and get up at a certain time. I have four work-free days in which I can tidy up and get sorted, make more granny squares and start clearing what will become the baby’s room in September. We are collecting a baby crib on Monday (bought for a bargain from someone at work) and have some plans for working on the lounge.
Tonight has been a very happy night after a long week with frustrating days.