I tend not to blog when I have nothing to blog about. I’d say that was definitely true on the weight loss and exercise fronts, but unusually, life has been a bit on the busy side for me lately so I haven’t found much in the way of spare time.
I said in my last blog post that Matt and I had been given notice to move out of our flat in the summer. We don’t have a definite date yet, but when we were told that we needed to move, we got straight to it with house hunting. The paperwork is all done for the mortgage now, and we’ve had an offer accepted on a house. It’s in mid-Devon, much closer to Killerton parkrun, and super convenient for hopping on the motorway to both sets of parents. We are just waiting for the full survey next week. We’re hoping to move by mid-August at the latest. It’s all very exciting, but quite stressful, and also quite scary to see how much junk we’ve acquired in the 5 years we have lived here.
We’ve had a couple of weekends out and about too.
Two weeks ago, Matt and I joined his mum and step-dad to go to London. Step-dad was running in the London Marathon, so we had said we would like to go and cheer him on. We joined him for the expo, and wandered around London for a short while. We made it back to where we were staying and had a lovely dinner at a local pub. It was a very early start (for a Sunday morning) on race day. We caught the train to Blackheath and waved him off about 20 minutes before the start, before heading back towards Greenwich to catch the Tube. We got off at Canary Wharf, intending to get to somewhere around Mile 11. As it turned out, we found a great little spot between Mile 17 and 18 on the North Colonnade, so decided to stay there. Unfortunately, I was on a coffee run when the elites and Paula Radcliffe came past (thankfully, Matt snapped a picture or two!).
Father-in-law came through, looking really good and definitely on for the time he was looking for (he completed the Marathon in 2010, in 4:25:21, and wanted to beat that). After cheering him on, we made our way over to Hyde Park to the finish line. The finish line area was definitely interesting – broken, but incredibly proud (and some disappointed) people. It definitely made me rethink any daft notion I had about entering the ballot! Unfortunately, father-in-law didn’t beat his time. I think he was just happy to make it around in the end, as he had started to experience some of the niggles that he had picked up during training. Nevertheless, we were all very proud of him!
Last weekend was the culmination of a lot of planning between my sister and I. Mum celebrates a significant birthday this year, and we wanted to do something special for her. It was top secret and Mum was told to keep the first bank holiday weekend in May free. Matt and I picked both my mum and sister up on Saturday morning, having put together a packing list and arguing about Matt needing a car for the weekend (it was all in hand, Matt would be keeping the car). We arrived at Exeter airport, and made our way to check in. We still hadn’t told her where we were going, but when we got to the check in, she scanned through the flight lists – there were three options – Edinburgh, Dublin or Paris. Mum and P had gone to Edinburgh on a holiday relatively recently, and she has never expressed a desire to go to Dublin, so she guessed (correctly) that we were heading to Paris. Her reaction was absolutely priceless! P and I had worked out the itinerary and transport links, and tried to make it as smooth and worry free as we could for Mum. We checked in our hotel, which was a fab little apartment in Courbevoie, close to La Defense train station. Sadly the weather wasn’t really in our favour, and we’d had a delay on the train from the airport, but we’d booked a city tour on Big Bus Tours. We managed to catch the last bus of the day from the Arc de Triomphe and see most of the major sites in Paris.
I would definitely do this tour again, and make use of the hop on hop off if we had more time. It was a really nice way to see the city without any hassle, and with a little bit of commentary. On Sunday, we had booked to go to the Palace of Versailles. Wow. It is absolutely breathtakingly splendid. The queue to get in was massive, but surprisingly orderly for a European queue. We queued for about an hour to get in to the Palace (definitely getting there early is the best plan), but it was worth it. I like a good historical building or place, and have been very lucky to go to a lot of castles and houses in the England and Wales, but Versailles was magnificent and in a league of its own. It’s another place I would love to go back to, as we didn’t get the chance to get into the gardens or any of the other buildings at all.
There was just one sting in the tail of an otherwise brilliant weekend – the travelling home. We had a very early flight home on the Monday morning, which came back via Manchester. Despite rising at such an ungodly hour, Mum enjoyed the whole weekend, and I am pretty sure that P and I would do it all over again just to see her reaction!
This weekend was my friend Helen’s hen party. Her bridesmaids had organised a weekend away in a Georgian mansion in Rockbeare. It was a perfect setting for a relaxing weekend away in a beautiful house, with probably one of the best bathrooms I have ever seen.
There were rounders, drinking games, vast amounts of food, lots of laughs and a murder mystery. It was a really lovely weekend, and great to get to know some people before the wedding in a couple of weeks.
We have nothing planned for next weekend, which I am quite glad about! The washing is piling up, and the house won’t pack itself!