It started off badly but 12 hours later I'm pleased to say that it ended wonderfully.
Picture the scene - the children are on half term holiday. They wake up on Sunday morning and it's pissing (sorry, it was really) pissing with rain. The sky was dark, the inside of the house was dark. We all stared at each other - what shall we do today? We must go out or we'll be climbing the walls by lunchtime. OK shall we drive to Cardiff to St Fagan's? No, I think it's outdoors. Well, what about the railway museum in Didcot - outside too. OK, let's try a National Trust property and we promise you can have a cream tea afterwards. NO WAY said the boys and Amber said 'I think I'd rather go and chop vegetables for the wedding party in the village this afternoon".Hmmm - Kelmscott Manor? "Mum why do you love William Morris so much?"
In the end we left the house at 11.30 in waterproofs and wellies and we went to - a classic car show in the village! There were 6 cars - just 6 cars and a tent. We admired the cars and talked to the overly enthusiastic owners - it made me wish I was a mechanic and I did up old cars too. The we went in the tent and I talked to an old boy who was a wood turner - he impressed me with his enthusiam too so that I promised Tom I'd buy him a lathe for his birthday - er why?
Then the heavens opened even more so we bought a bag of popcorn and sat and ate it. It kept pouring so we bought another bag of popcorn and ate that too. The woman at the other end of the table sent her husband to buy a bag after seeing us guzzling ours. We should have been on commission. We finally decided to go home and two and half hours after we'd left home we decided that it had actually been a fun morning. We arrived home damp and cold and sat around the kitchen table writing and drawing.
At 4 o'clock we decided to go to the wedding party afterall (we didn't know the couple and had felt awkward at going) so we hastily dressed and walked up the lane and joined the 200 people in waterproofs and wellies. Thankfully, there was a huge marquee. We ate, we danced, we laughed at the songs sung to the couple and remembered why we'd moved to this village in the first place. The whole thing had been got up by village people for the couple and what an effort they'd made. So at 10 o'clock we trudged home in the rain and wind and I draped myself over the Aga.
The boys are in bed, Amber is still up the lane and I'm writing this and thinking alls well that ends well. You don't know how true that is cos you didn't hear the shouting and grumpiness that went on this morning and it wasn't just the children!