Saturday, June 24, 2006
THERE AND BACK AGAIN
HOME AT LAST
The funeral was in Chatham but we stayed near relatives in Hastings, we stayed in the Seaspray in Hastings. The Seaspay is a really nice bed and breakfast and the people who own it are brilliant.
We stayed wednesday night and thursday night and now I am totally exhausted. These are pictures of the Seaspray, the front of the B&B and the room that we stayed in. The room was very clean and very comfortable, Beauty was fascinated with the fans on the ceiling above the beds, she liked to lie on the bed and watch the fans spinning.
Here are some pictures that we took of Hastings on our last visit, we went up in the cliff lift and these were the views from the top.
Obviously the funeral was a sad affair but the 'wake' afterwards was very civilised and I felt was an appropriate way to celebrate the life of Running Man's sister. The 'wake' was in a motel and we spent the time sitting in a large function room or out in the gardens. It lasted from approximately 4pm until 12 midnight, there was an open bar and everybody was well behaved and it was a sad but pleasent gathering. In the garden behind the function room was a squirrel who kept tapping on the window, he was so tame he was 'chattering' away to Running Man's sister's grandson and it really seemed as if they were talking to each other. The guests were told off for feeding the squirrel! It was nice to visit with all the family.
We left about 8.30pm and when we got back to the Seaspray thankfully Beauty slept BUT only until 6 am-I love children's tv.
On the way back we stopped at Runningman's brother's family business- they have an upholstery/furniture restoration/curtain making business which they run from buildings on a working hop farm. The person who wrote 'The Darling Buds of May' lived only a couple of miles away. The family have also have taken over the cafe on the site and one of their boys cooks and runs the cafe.
The farm is quite a little community as there are other businesses on the site and there is also a large fish pond. The main buildings on the farm are used as a furniture auction house so there is quite a bit of business passing through.
Beauty and I played for a long time on a grassy area with her toy animals, she loved it but then she started throwing her lizards into the fishpond-well I guess they looked like they belonged! Beauty also had her first ant bite and was REALLY concerned and could not understand why I could not make the stinging stop. I also spent sometime taking pictures of Beauty and the farm, whilst we were sitting on the grass I was just lining up to take a picture of a daisy and I was looking through the camera when I realised that the daisy had disappeared! I looked up and there was Beauty chewing on a daisy-don't you just love kids?
The whole journey was very tiring but this morning Beauty was still up with the dawn. It must be a combination of arthritis, fibromyalgia and Dercums because my body is moving very slowly and painfully today and my jaw is hardly working at all(don't worry I can still speak!).
Almost forgot, last night I took Beauty and Runningman to the Village Inn for a drink and a meal. We sat in the garden and Beauty played her favourite game of terrorising the other children so I had to go back to the house to get Beauty's ball so she would leave the other children and their balls alone. She had a great time eating all the tomato sauce and some Wotsits that I brought with us.
I feel sorry for the other children as they just didn't know how to deal with Beauty as very rarely do children with Beauty's problems stay in mainstream schools so they not really sure how to deal with the situation.
Hywl
For now
Mother of Many x
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MAMMA BLOGGING ABOUT BEAUTY AND HER SISTERS
An Irish Blessing
(A Blessing from St. Patrick)
(A Blessing from St. Patrick)
May the road rise to meet you,
May the wind be always at your back,
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
May the rains fall soft upon your fields,
And, until we meet again,
May God hold you in the hollow of His hand.
May the wind be always at your back,
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
May the rains fall soft upon your fields,
And, until we meet again,
May God hold you in the hollow of His hand.
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