Hiya, I had a couple of mins so I thought I’d jot down some thoughts in a cathartic manner.
I must just say thank you all very much for your support and comments, they are all very much appreciated, I hope you will forgive me for not going round the blogs at the mo and repaying in kind but I’ve been a miserable and temperamental old bugger recently but I know you wonderful guys will forgive me for being so unsociable.
I’ll be back to my usual nutty self soon I’m sure, I’ve just got some healing to do.
Anyhoo, we’re of to Bim (Barbados) on Thursday for the funeral and burial and obviously I’m not looking forward to it in the slightest. Mum has booked us in to luxury accommodation in an attempt to cheer us all up but both mum and I realised today it’s not cutting it. The hotel itself is fabulous, you can see it here The Crane, we’re staying in the penthouse for the first two nights until the suites we want are ready (the whole island is booked solid so we have to swap rooms after two days to get what we want) Sim, Lincs and I will be having our own ocean view suite with private 28ft infinity pool, while mum and her bloke will be having a similar suite next to us. All the s’lebs are supposed to go there but even that hasn’t made me excited.
Normally I pack about 2 weeks prior to going but I’m sitting here in my pyjamas knowing I have a mountain of packing still to do, along with tidying and other stuff and I just cannot be arsed.
Everyone has been saying I must try my best to enjoy my trip and they are right, I must, granny would have been so upset to see me moping around, she was so big on family that should have be happy that in some way she engineered the family meeting Lincoln and Sim, so I will do my best to get in to it, but it’s really, really hard.
We’ll be there for about 8 or 9 days after the funeral so we’ll have some time to try and make a holiday of it. I’ll maybe even blog from there cos we have complimentary net access in the rooms, mind you I had net access in hospital but it was like the worst dial up but then again I’m sure The Crane isn’t like an NHS hospital so maybe it’ll be fine….
I’ll be taking my camera because as someone said it’ll be Lincoln’s first trip abroad and we’ll want to remember that, regardless of the situation. I bankrupted myself getting stuff for Lincoln, he’s got floatation devices for the pool, baby banz sunglasses, the sweetest swimming trunks, a seat of his very own on the plane (he gets mardy if he has to lie down and without a seat he’d be in a cot), he has special suncream, aftersun and insect repellent, one whole suitcase more than us for his food, nappies, bottles, wetwipes, kitchen sink etc etc, but at least we’ll be ready for every eventuality.
I best go, I have a million things to do and have just had some coffee so hopefully that will give me the energy to get on with stuff even if it doesn’t give me the heart for it.
Sorry I’m such a miserable tart, you know why I’m this way but I’m sorry to be like this in front of anyone, that said the cathartic result of typing and posting this is immense so for me being a grump in front of the www is worth it!
I’ll leave you on a positive note though, my handsome baby boy is only 5 months old but he’s said his first word, it was ‘mummy’ and he said it last night over and over with outstretched arms wanting some comfort from me! I’m so proud of him, bless his cottons.
Right, I’m off to …do something… so ttfn and thanks again, bless you.
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