You see? I told you it wouldn’t take me long to move from my children being the most important thing in the world to sulking about the free raffle present my mother gave me for my birthday…..
HOWEVER, after starting the day with my mother and two children sitting on the bottom of my bed it just got better and better. I had a really lovely lunch at one of my favourite places in the world – Petersham Nurseries – you can avoid the vastly expensive restaurant and have a reasonably priced lunch in one of their splendidly etherial glasshouses:-
Then I came back and drove children about to football training and youth clubs and my firstborn finally appeared from Leeds with a bunch of flowers and my daughter FORCED me to eat more cake and then look who all arrived on my doorstep?
My lovely brothers and sister in law (very sadly other SIL and niece couldn’t come). They know me so well. I couldn’t have been more delighted with all the fuss:-
We drank the bottle of Ridgeview English sparkling wine my friend recommended and it was really very good indeed. You should try it – a lot cheaper than French champagne.
Then we all went out for a chinese meal. Just lovely. On the way home I tried to get a lift home from a lovely family in a minibus who were just coming out of a restaurant. I was with my three kids. The others had gone in another car. “Shhh. I told the kids, I don’t think they’ll notice, just queue up behind them” and then when we were spotted I said “it’s my birthday – can we please get a lift home in your car?” I asked the bemused strangers – turns out it was their mother’s birthday too and so they offered me some strawberries off her cake but no lift home. Oh well.
Back home to a minutes silence at 11.11.11 on 11.11.11. and then our “Pata Pata” family anthem dancing and my mother barely able to keep it all together, dancing with my son but so so desperately missing my father it’s really very painful to see.
Anyway. Another year gone. Not much achieved in the great scheme of things. Must try harder next year. Have six weeks to think about resolutions.
In the meantime I promise my next post will be called “It’s All About The Economy” because that’s quite enough about me and quite frankly we are well and truly f*cked as far as I can see. David Cameron needs to start talking to us all like adults about what is going on and what plans he has to save us because although we don’t appear to be suffering as much as other parts of Europe that is frankly only because they are being louder and faster than us. Our public debt is monstrous. Our personal debt massive. What is the plan? Our students are angry. Ditto public sector. Ditto actually pretty much everybody who isn’t either a shiny gold banker or somebody who works for a debt management company. We don’t even seem to care about the personality of our leaders at the moment which is a worry – it means that we are properly beginning to have an economy to worry about and all we want is someone who knows what they are bloody doing. Do you know what you are doing David? I hope so. Because nobody else seems to know what to do and I can’t see many convincing saviours out there either.
Depressingly a quote I heard the other day from someone who lives over Asia way was “It is time for Europe to be put in a frame and hung on the wall”.
Anyway, sorry – this is not actually my economy post. This is my “All about MEEEE” post.