Hello all. Are you well?
All is well here. Apart from dust and disorder and stuff all over the place. The joys of decorating I guess. It's halfway there. Sam has moved back into his room. It's like he never left. Really. Apart from clean white walls, he has strewn himself all over the place. Were you a messy teen? I wasn't. I needed order. I still do, which is hard when you have three marauding boys.
Highlights of our weekend included the weather, which was glorious. The sun was beautifully bright, and lying low in the sky. It shone through the Autumn leaves; a kaleidoscope of colour. We took Olly to the park on Penzance prom. He loves the park. I was struck by how much he's grown, as he flew up the climbing frames and played with the other children. Running around in his winter coat and hat, all red cheeks and clouds of breath.
And then there was The Day Of The Doctor. We are huge Dr Who fans in this house, and have followed the series religiously since it returned to our screens. We sat around the television together jumping up and down with excitement. Quite literally in my case. It didn't let us down. Did you watch it? Sam is particularly excited with the announcement that the actor who will play the thirteenth Doctor is Peter Capaldi. A legend in this house for the portrayal of a foul mouthed government spin doctor in The Thick Of It. Oh we love a bit of political satire here!
As usual it wasn't all plain sailing. But that's life. I can be stoic about it this evening as I sit here tapping away while the boys are all ensconced in their rooms. But by God there were times this weekend that I felt I was in a war zone of sibling strife. Marc and I have had words (again). I've given up trying to appeal to their better nature. I went for the jugular as a last ditch attempt to quell the non stop arguments. I used guilt tactics and threats....
Sadly my neighbour, William, passed away last week, and I am going to his funeral tomorrow. He was 91, and cut a dapper figure with his Panama during the summer months. His wife tells me that he died peacefully, surrounded by family. I shall remember fondly him telling me the story behind the purchase of their house, and his stories of serving in the Merchant Navy during the Second World War. He was proper Cornish, and would greet me with "Hello my girl!" in true Cornish vernacular. God bless you William.