Spring is melding into summer. It's warm outside and May is not even over in the Northwest of England! Unusual in my experience, having lived in this part of the world only since the early 80's. It's now time to get ready for the yearly travel to France -- and this year we are once again able to leave in June to be there in time for my birthday in the middle of the month. We had planned to leave earlier but have been delayed by the need of The Man to cast his vote and watch the results unfold.
Whatever the result, he will probably not be happy with it, being a Liberal Democrat and all...
Being a political junkie myself, I never thought I would have had enough of politics and all the hoopla that goes on around them. However, I have had enough for a while. Although, I must say that the limited time we in Britain must endure ads on television -- the parties take turns having 5 minute time slots per night on each channel is heavenly common sense compared to the pure hell of the American daily ordeal. And we have never received a party political phone call here either. The only complaint I've read about is someone who is unhappy from hearing a political pamphlet shoved through the mailbox after midnight! Tame stuff to anyone who has had to endure the madness of America during a presidential campaign!
I haven't posted anything since the 28th of March! I felt that I didn't have anything worth writing about. Couldn't seem to process events other than what's been in the headlines when of course there is really everything else that is more important and more interesting even if I haven't been able to see it, think of it. For example:
My youngest son and his partner, who live with us now, will be having their first child at the end of October! As The Man and I have 7 grandsons, we are rather hoping for a girl! But healthy boy or girl, when all is said and done, it really doesn't matter! The happy couple is also renovating a house of their own, not very far away, so I think they are hoping to be moved in by the time the baby comes.
All of this activity has brought back may memories of establishing our own family nest -- and that was very complicated. The Man and I now can look forward but also back, but we look back at experience rather than as longing.
Imminent looking forward are books for the summer reading and polishing up on my blogging imagination and packing up. This year I'm flying to Limoges and The Man is driving down. He will pick ,me up as he passes by. Hopefully, his timing and Ryanair coincide!