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!
Love it, Jane – wish I did this more with my friends. I SHALL pick up the phone and call an old pal tonight………………
Yea!
I like being motivational!
what a lovely post 🙂
I spent a few days in Shropshire with the girls at the end of the summer hols and now long to go back. We stayed underneath the South Shropshire hills and was taken by just what a lovely part of the world it is.
…your post makes me feel another weekend away needs to be sorted out very soon!
Bob
Def, off you go Bob!
x
Sounds like a great weekend. I feel like I need to go away for a weekend in Shropshire now!
Shall we go together?
Sounds like a really lovely weekend. I really need to get my kids out in the fresh air more!
It honestly was, really refreshing.
Sounds amazing….we played strip poker pre children with some friends…and have never mentioned it since!
LOVE the Jesus being a Zombie question! Twin boy rocks! xx
for some reason I need to know more about this?
sounds lovely congrats on your godmother status
Thanks, he is a dream!
Sounds like a lot of fun, I would have done the strip poker but I am a show off 🙂
lol! and you have the figure
Fab pics, looks a lot of fun!
The thought of strip poker has me in cold sweats… Well, unless it’s just me and OH…hmmm…damn, I don’t know how to play poker!
It was one of the nicest weekends….
Sounds like a lovely weekend! I would also be concerned about strip poker. I’m getting to be more confident about my body than I was, learning to accept the stretch marks etc, but I wouldn’t be comfortable taking off my clothes for anybody but OH.
and I only do that in the dark….