Another week, another month. It’s June already. I could hardly stay awake on Tuesday. I feel the weather, it being muggy and hot, and warm, and rainy….how would I cope in places like India or Singapore? I love dry heat in Italy for instance, once you get used to it that is. But this mixed weather, changing, just doesn’t work for me. And, it shows how British I am, opening my blog with the discussion around the weather. Thunderstorm. Downpours. Good for the garden – revealing my true age. This week was all about the weather it seemed.
On the note of gardens. My wife, with a little bit of help from the kids and myself, build a wonderful stone or Zen garden. It is something we wanted to do for a long time and I absolutely love it. The plan is for more things to be embedded there, a space to think, write, meditate. As there is no grass growing under our neighbours tree, it is the perfect space.
Due to half term, I took a day ‘off’ on Thursday so my wife could work. Having had a few calls scheduled, I spend most of the day playing football. I think the boys had a great time, and I even managed to cook pasta for dinner. Most people reading this would laugh, but seriously I am not that great with cooking and all. I didn’t burn the sausages which is a benefit but some of the pancakes were on the darker side, waking the boys to the chime of the smoke alarms 😉 Daddy’s in charge.
It’s those days that make my life. Being able to be with the boys in the now, playing football, discussing serious things like cancer; we played Monopoly and I lost when hitting hotels from my youngest twice in one go. What’s the chances, even with him only having one set of streets? No surprise he was delighted, and some educational pieces around counting, subtracting and how to invest money were on the table too. I think that’s what I enjoy most, satisfying their curiousity about life, about things they want to know.
Maybe I add a few words about the commute this week. I am lucky, see previous posts, but a lot of Thamelink services got cancelled this week. Up to 300 trains a day and the policitians are getting involved. It is a poor state of affairs to be honest, all that talk about things getting better and engineering works, better services and more trains. Yet, as it turns out, if you are reliant to go on Thameslink from Hassocks, you have one cancelled train after another. Appaling – that’s what it is. I remember when we had the strikes, almost 2 years ago now, and things were bad then. When you turn up at work due to no fault of your own. I think that’s pretty bad. Maybe the petition I signed will get politics involved and then, hopefully, get us a new contractor on the line. If they will be better, we shall wait and see.
I think that’s all for this week. I am finalising this in my usual spot, the side of the Karate dojo where my youngest is training whilst I take a few minutes to reflect on my week. Still feeling the overindulgence on the local Indian last night, ending half term on a high.
Have a good one,