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Life in the countryside continues in the usual fashion. It’s a shame that at some point I am going to have to go back to work, but for now it’s dog-walking, unpacking, hoovering things just because I love the new hoover and playing with my daughter. She loves playing in her pretend kitchen and makes me dress up in an apron and frilly cooking hat. I like it too. To be honest I resented the fact that I had to stop playing and dressing up when I became an adult. Which possibly explains my career choice.
And I am doing the real cooking too, which was one of the main things I was looking forward to about being in the new house. We’ve got a nice kitchen and I am trying to be healthy so I’ve been knocking up chick pea pies and lentil stews using my own imagination as a recipe book. Tonight I made something with haddock and prawns and rice. It was pretty good. With all the dog walking and calorie control the weight is dropping off pretty quickly. But I have a lot to lose. I am a good 10kg heavier now then when my first child was born (and I didn’t have any scales last week when I started this, but suspect I’ve taken off at least 2 or 3kg based on how my weight has decreased over the last couple of days.
And of course my job now is part taxi driver, but that was always expected and will only get worse as my family get older. It’s all pretty mundane, as much as being in a new place has been firing my imagination and observational abilities somewhat. I am starting to wonder if I will have enough new stuff happening to justify a daily blog and more concerned about how much time I will have when we have our new arrival and I have to go back to my job.
But it’s so close to 15 years of continuous blogging now that I have to at least hit that deadline. And as usual, I suspect, I will find the time and energy and inspiration to come up with something. I mean there’s been a fair amount of boring bullshit in these 5425 blogs.
I had some stuff to sort out on the house insurance and realised how little I knew about locks and how to describe them and then I investigated pet insurance. This is my life now. And it’s much more who I am and who I always was. I am feeling surprisingly at home in this new old house.
I have no idea what is about to hit me though. I unpacked and washed all the old bottles and sterilisers today and realised I had no memory of how any of this stuff works. I mean we learned it from scratch last time and have succeeded in keeping one child alive for an incredible 32 months (that must be a world record), but all that I knew two years ago has gone from my brain. Even looking at the old baby clothes and tiny booties hasn’t really made it hit home that there will be an extra person in this house probably within a week. Even writing that down. Nope. I am in denial.
I wonder what adventures we’ll get up to with this one. And what stupid clothes he’ll be making me wear. And what vegetable he will force-feed me with.
