Bristol and Banksy and the cat up my nose

Day 44


Another bout of insomnia last night, but it had it's uses - realised that Sam and Ruby, (who had promised to be home by 1.30), were still not home at 3.15. One swift and pertinent text later and they were hurrying back through Bath, finally getting in at 4.20. Didn't think they'd be up for doing their homework today, so we changed our plans.

Before they surfaced, I had a bath to ease my backache and clear my breathing, and an odd thing happened - my left nostril suddenly went "miaow", clear as a bell. Bloody weird that, as I have absolutely no memory of inhaling a cat.

I found that I was perfectly happy and quite excited, even if I was too shattered from lack of sleep to show it. I attribute this partly to having finished my book at last, (a fact that never ceases to amaze me at the moment), and partly because it was half-term and I had children to entertain - it's been a few years since I was in this position, and it suddenly felt like a holiday to be made the most of, instead of a routine day in the life of Blogger Bev.

Decided to go into Bristol and get the kids to photograph all the Banksy's and other graffiti. They're both doing Art, so we can call this research. Had a great afternoon and they took loads of photos - who says you have to spend money to enjoy yourselves! Also have several shots of local (and surprisingly photogenic) loony, one of which always seems to attach itself to Sam.

Came home and made meatballs, then Sam's girlfriend Lydian turned up with angel wings, cat's ears, white fur legwarmers, and a weeny little white bra and shorts suit. Hell's bells, even when I was young and fit I didn't have that much body confidence. They're an extraordinary breed, young girls today. Bloody marvellous.

Feel honoured, and blessed, and happy, and full of meatballs. These are the good days, when sore feet and bad backs and chronic fatigue don't matter. When smiles and giggles, and contentment are what will be remembered. Steve was charming and helpful and made bad puns about creosote (and that's a challenge in itself), Sam was involved and entertaining and kind, and Ruby was a delight as always. As for me, I thoroughtly enjoyed my position as the connecting piece, the one element they all had in common. What a life.