Putting two fingers up to the beeb…

I mean my toes are blue, literally.  If I had a mirror I reckon my lips would be a fetching shade of purple.

I am wearing a vest and I spent the morning reading up about the heating controls in our caravan.

Its bloody August.

The BBC weather website is like the grim reaper, full of dreary clouds and blue spots.  Still I refresh it manically in the hope of change.

Despite the weather, Trevella is perfect.  This morning I awoke, a good hour after my children who still respond to faulty wiring when it comes to wake up calls.  I heard sea gulls croak above my head and saw a hint of blue sea amongst the grey clouds.  And I felt happy.

The kids as always, were full of beans and desperate for adventure, yanked on clothes and rubbed a brush across their teeth.  As I still stumbled through the kitchen of my luxury caravan, looking for my glasses and the kettle, they were already fastening laces and heading out to play.

Ten minutes later they were firmly in the park, outside my window, where I watched with a scorching cup of tea.

And now?

The BBC says we should be building an Ark, because from midday onwards the rain is going to start and it is not due to stop until the weekend.  However, in a stubborn stance, we have raised two fingers to the beeb and have headed to the pool.

The kids are swimming, outdoors, in temperatures the north pole would boast about.  I have tea and have dangled my toes in the surprisingly warm waters.

They are making friends, I feel more relaxed then I have for weeks.

I told you Trevella was healing…  (Although a little cold).