There is something quite enchanting, about waking up here. This morning i woke up, had a morning wee with an audience, my two children who insist on joining me in the bathroom, i hear this is a common Mummy grievance.
I snoozily wandered into our bedroom, after opening a few windows, and the midsummer breeze kissed my warm face, and there was that salty, sea air smell that is so humbling, like the smell of gravy on a sunday. In the distance i could here the seaguls chattering to each other in their anxious and somewhat cocky tone. I feel that it is a cocky tone because i always imagine them to be like the fonz of the bird world, i am not sure of spelling but that cool guy from that cheesy american sitcom that was on when i was a nipper.
Ah...home sweet home.
This place in the world has always been seen to be an escape for me. It represents that entirely now.
Ben is ecstatic in his new job, i hear about it...a lot. My two sons havent coughed once and there isnt an asthma attack in sight.
100 people won the national lottery last night, but for me, after the last few years we have had, an ice cream on the beach is winning the lottery, and sharing these moments with my three lads, means more to me than any ammount of money.
Oh, i do Love to be beside the seaside.
