Carole’s away now, taking my mum to France to visit my uncle, so I am chilling out at home alone for a few days. Living it up in the best way I know how.
Basically, I think they’d been gone an hour or so before I was having a nap on the couch.
And if that isn’t rock and roll then I don’t know what is.
In my head, I have all these massive ideas for things I could do while I am left unsupervised. I’m working in and amongst, but I could game like I’ve never gamed before, I can watch TV to my heart’s content. I can do all sorts of fun and very me things.
So, aside from the nap I’ve done some washing and mown the lawn.
I am SO COOL.
Having spent the morning, though, with both mother and girlfriend I can safely say that I don’t want to find myself in a situation where I am going on holiday with the pair of them. Aside from the crashing revelation that Carole is a lot like my mother, they’ve packed so many things that they don’t need it doesn’t even bear thinking about.
A quick weather check shows it’s hitting the 30s over the weekend, so obviously they’re all tooled up with cardigans and fleeces and jackets. I mean… I’ve spent the day with them smooshing suitcases down to get them to fit into the size criteria and they’ve packed a winter’s wardrobe full of stuff for a warm weekend in France.
And my mum’s bag contains an empty glasses case for reasons that no-one understands.
Honestly, I’m stressed about going to France and I’m not even going. It’s the most stressful holiday I’ve never been on.
I need these four days just to recover from this morning. I think that’s why I napped this afternoon. My body just needed to relax!
And not because I just love a good nap.