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The pup has been unwell and so vet visits have ensued. What a strange profession being a vet is. I spilled earl grey tea all over my computer mouse and keyboard so now, every now and then, the mouse misbehaves and runs away with itself...whizzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. It's taking an act of Herculean strength to STOP looking at lovely Autumnal clothes, boots, handbags. However what I would say is...I am wondering whether this would be a good buy? At a fraction of the price of most leather jackets - and frankly this post by Garance Doré can't be wrong! I have never in my life owned a biker jacket...
There was a big storm here this week that had the greatest media build-up I have seen in ages for a weather event (rivalling only the ash cloud and the freak snow conditions of recent years). We hunkered down for the night on Sunday night not knowing what to expect; fearful of what the morning would bring. However thankfully other than some crazy-strong winds and a whole lot of willow tree all over our garden, we did OK. Strange though, how I quite liked the instinct to get ready for the storm and be self-sufficient in the event of power cuts and food shortages.
We are going to spend the weekend in London this weekend for an annual city break with friends; I can not wait. Much as I love my little life I can yearn for something different, if only for a couple of days. I wonder what has provoked this impulse to flee the rural idyll? It's partly to do with an uncomfortable conversation that took place in our house about the role of the 'housewife'. Always before I have liked the 1950's irony of that word until...the penny dropped recently...that I have become one. Whilst I knew this and crucially, I choose this, something in the word and it's connotations made me see red. I am ashamed to admit I saw the negative in it. What I found surprising though, was that after all those years of being the working mother, which to some extent I justified in the knowledge that I was providing a positive role model to my children, their attitude to me is indeed that of house-worker. They expect me to do the bulk of the housework - and I do - and it doesn't occur to them that perhaps the load should be shared. Or indeed that I would rather be doing something else, less mundane! One for me to ponder over the laundry, or whilst making the beds, or the washing up for that matter! If my role is to stay at home, then surely I am the wife of the house?!
There was a big storm here this week that had the greatest media build-up I have seen in ages for a weather event (rivalling only the ash cloud and the freak snow conditions of recent years). We hunkered down for the night on Sunday night not knowing what to expect; fearful of what the morning would bring. However thankfully other than some crazy-strong winds and a whole lot of willow tree all over our garden, we did OK. Strange though, how I quite liked the instinct to get ready for the storm and be self-sufficient in the event of power cuts and food shortages.
We are going to spend the weekend in London this weekend for an annual city break with friends; I can not wait. Much as I love my little life I can yearn for something different, if only for a couple of days. I wonder what has provoked this impulse to flee the rural idyll? It's partly to do with an uncomfortable conversation that took place in our house about the role of the 'housewife'. Always before I have liked the 1950's irony of that word until...the penny dropped recently...that I have become one. Whilst I knew this and crucially, I choose this, something in the word and it's connotations made me see red. I am ashamed to admit I saw the negative in it. What I found surprising though, was that after all those years of being the working mother, which to some extent I justified in the knowledge that I was providing a positive role model to my children, their attitude to me is indeed that of house-worker. They expect me to do the bulk of the housework - and I do - and it doesn't occur to them that perhaps the load should be shared. Or indeed that I would rather be doing something else, less mundane! One for me to ponder over the laundry, or whilst making the beds, or the washing up for that matter! If my role is to stay at home, then surely I am the wife of the house?!
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