There are no clean clothes left – or at least none that will fit me after two weeks of indulgence and so I’m featuring an outfit that I wore in Cornwall last week. The reason for taking the photo inside is because it was the only way that I could show the sparkle on the sequin vest which was from Next. It is pale green, as are the shorts from GAP and the little pink poppet in the background is in mini Boden (I felt bad that she was constantly wearing her 15 year old sister’s hand-me-downs so treated her to a few new dresses for the summer!)
So, a word or two about Instagram. It’s great for posting snaps of things that you come across during the day and sharing them with others. For those of you who follow me, you will have seen my holiday photos of sunsets, pretty things, outfits, tasty treats, the books I have been reading and things that make me smile – and all of them act as a window into another world.
But what’s really going on behind the snaps? What else is going on that’s not being shared. Well, here’s a round up of what else has been going on over the last couple of weeks….
- The night before we left to come away, I was concerned that each of the eldest two may have broken a toe. Our son, as a result of running around the house with a friend and crashing into something, and our eldest daughter, by fighting with her brother. Not an auspicious start to the holiday;
- Whilst away, the youngest developed tonsillitis which resulted in a dash to the local Doctor and endless tears about the disgusting medicine which I have to say, was disgusting and I too would have cried had I had to have it four times a day. Disguising it in orange juice helped but why ever did I suggest to try each glass first? I think that I have gone off orange juice for life plus I’ve probably had a dose of anti-biotics that I really didn’t need (but thankfully she is better now, poor little thing);
- How come I had to find the floating poo in the sea?
- Why was it me who came across the drunk man in the sea holding an umbrella, a can of Stella and a beach ball? I felt duty bound to tell the lifeguard because frankly heading out into big waves in that state was not a good idea. It was the umbrella that did it for me. What was that all about?
- I was convinced (once again) that I was going to be eaten by a shark. Probably a Great White. The water temperature was really high and at one point the horn on the lifeguard truck was blaring out down the beach, which in my mind could only mean on thing. In fact a three year old girl had clambered into the truck when no-one was looking and sat gleefully pressing the horn. Go girl!
- How was it that the beach we’d spotted from a distance, and headed to along the cliffs with glee, turned out to be a nudist beach (it’s amazing how white bottoms stand out from such a long way off)? That in itself wasn’t a problem – well it kind of was, you know what 6 year olds are like – but it could only be reached by an 8ft ladder which was bolted to the rocks. With the wrong footwear it was hazardous – with or without clothing;
- How is that every single time we fly, I beep when we go through security and I have to be taken to one side and frisked? It doesn’t matter what I’m wearing, I always set the alarms off. This time I walked through in flip flops (well, not only flip flops) and even then they had to be taken off and scanned separately just in case. Already I’m dreading going through security tomorrow.
So, back home tomorrow. For those of you who will soon be heading off, I wish you lots of sunny weather and a fantastic time. x