Stripping and Church…

I have had simply the most delicious weekend. We spent in a beautiful cottage in the Shropshire countryside surrounded by hills as big as mountains.  Chickens ran free in the courtyard and the children were safe enough to do the same. 

For a worrying hour I thought I was in Wales but apparently the border line was three miles away

Myself, he who helped create then, twin boy, twin girl and BB were not alone in our mini break.  We were joined by one of my best 3am friends, her husband (he who naps a lot) and their two children; blondie boy and wobbly girl.  We were out in the middle of nowhere to celebrate my other best 3am friends first sons christening; and to my great delight as of 10.41 on Sunday morning I became his proud Godmother. 

The church service passed, surprisingly, without a hitch.  Our shared five children sat quietly in their sunday best and questions about why Mary was married to Joesph and not God, and why was Jesus not a zombie when he arose from the grave, were for once asked in whispers so the general congregation couldn’t hear.

 My newest Godson giggled and gurgled through his rite of passage and his audience beamed right back at him.

 Outside of church our days were loud and activity packed, crammed with hiking up mountains with five children under six, and our evening were  a more quiet affair. 

 Not much you can do out in the hills with completely knackered out kids after dark.

 Last night the poker chips are came out and in jest someone suggested a spot of strip poker and my mind went racing with fear.

 At 34, after two c-sections, three pregnancies and lots of sunday dinners could you think of anything worse that playing a game that involved shedding layers of clothes. 

I would have to start with my socks, peeling them off toe by toe to reveal my seductively chipped toe nails.  Then I would have to  finish with a slow strip tease gently yanking the full body spanx from my frame.  Not really the stuff dreams are made of…

 After sharing these thoughts with he who naps a lot we decided to play keep your clothes on poker.  I was quite relieved since I lost spectacularly.  I think the rest of my cottage companions were even more so.

 The weekend has been spectacular, good food (and lots of it), cheap wine (and lots of it), and fantastic company, although they are all card sharks and I am a sore loser.

 To my new little godson, I wish you happiness eternal and promise to shower you with love.

 To my best friends, their husbands and beautiful children, my life would be much paler without you to share giggles and hugs; if only we did this more often.

 To he who nods off a lot; it is your turn to cook tea!