Can I Have my Break, Already?

I'm only a few days away from a 2 week break to the sunniest, most beautiful islands in the world (in my humble opinion, of course).

But oh my God are they dragging.

Work, work, work... which actually I love. But then drama, drama, drama too... which I love much less.

1. Chloe was the victim of an attempted break in the other night... and then again at the back window last night. So the police are pretty convinced it's a personal or a targetted thing, likely aimed at the previous tenant of the house she lives in. She's only lived there a couple of months and hasnt really given the address out so much, whereas the previous tenant, it's emerging, moved out in a vast hurry. As such, she'll be staying with me from this evening and will be able to take advantage of my place being empty while I am away. Nonetheless however, it's drama and upheaval everyone could have lived without...

2. My best friend broke up with his Fiancee. I'm gutted for him, I really am.

3. My son has decided that it's "absolutely impossible" for planes to stay in the air. I did reiterate that planes very much do stay in the air and that he himself had been on enough to know, to which he resopnded;

"Well what holds it up? And why does gravity not count for planes?"

Cue me researching aeroplanes and their inner workings rapidly in order to avoid an airport upset when he and I go to board said plane next week.

So today has been dramaful, to say the least. And I am tired.

Can I have my break, already?

A Welcome Break

Next week, I will be going to Tenerife for a couple of weeks with my son. Specifically to Los Gigantes, which is one of my favourite places on the planet. Let me show you why...




We'll be spending some time in the sun, by the sea relaxing. In particular, I am looknig forward to sharing a place that I particularly adore - Masca Bay.



Of course, it means there'll be a manic few days getting the last bits and pieces finialised before I can just disappear off into the sunset, but it's a good week. My son finishes school for the long summer holidays on Friday and is so, so excited... as well as looking forward to our trip. It's a good type of busy....

...largely because I know what the reward is.

Beaches. Beautiful scenery.

For those of you who have never been to Tenerife, I recommend reading around about the island. That and all the Canary Islands (La Gomera in particular) are stunning and steeped in absolutely majestic natural beauty.

Happy reading :)

Little Boy Blue

Last night, my son had a particularly bad night. As soon as he came home I knew something wasn't right, to be honest.

"You ok, son?"

"No. I don't want to talk about it."

He went to his room and closed the door. He's 6 - with the attitude of a teenager at times.

My sister, who dropped him back off with me, informed me that since she had picked him up from school he'd been incredibly quiet. When she left, I ventured to his room and knocked on the door.

"Can I come in?" I asked. Yes, he's 6. But I still believe in respecting his privacy. In return, I expect that he will respect mine where appropriate. It works.

"Yes."

I went into his room and he was in bed in his school uniform.

"You need to put your PJs on if you're going to bed."

"I'm not going to bed," he answered. "I'm just resting."

"Ok. Want to tell me what's wrong?" I asked.

He has a certain facial expression that he makes when he's in a situation he does not like. He scrunches his forehead up and the right side of his mouth lifts just slightly. I recognise it instantly.

"What's the matter?" I pressed again.

The wall of silence stayed put until I asked,

"Want me to leave you to rest?"

"Yes please."

I kissed his forehead and left his room. No more than 5 minutes later he came running out of his room, PJs on and a teddy under his arm in tears.

The boy had dropped his teenage attitude and my baby wanted a cuddle.

I scooped him up and he sniffled into my chest.

"What's the matter?" I continued to ask.

"I want my Mum."

I never even really need to ask. I know already what eats him up. But I ask anyway...on the off chance that it might be something I can actually fix.

"I know you do...."

I can say nothing other than that I know. I can only tell him it won't always hurt this much and I do tell him that frequently. But last night there was no need for me to remind him of that.

Last night my little boy blue just wanted to cry.

We both fell asleep there on the couch. I woke up some six hours later at around 2.30am (with a stiff neck). He was still as he was, head on my chest, eyes closed.

I picked him up and put him to bed. I slept on the floor beside his space ship bed, (there's really not getting a 6 foot tall man in a rocket bed) just on the off chance those pesky nightmares made a return trip. They didn't.

I slept a little - soothed somewhat by his consistent breathing. He woke me at 5:30.

"Why are you on the floor?" he asked. "What a silly place to sleep...." he laughed.

His mood is lighter this morning, much like the sky. But I know these moments will occur consistently, perhaps indefinitely.

I have concluded though, that he doesn't really need my words, the same things repeated over and over when he gets upset. He just needs refuge - a short while where he doesn't have to hold back and he can cry, he can sob and he can be mad at the world while safely wrapped up in my arms.

L'Amour, L'Amour

As Voltaire and Emilie
Defied their high society
For love, for truth,
Sincerity,
So I declare to you:

That I care not
Of other's thoughts,
Of snipes
Of gripes
For words so wrought
With utter hate.
Hypocrisy.
For I love you
And you love me.

And I care not to act the part,
You cannot fool a loving heart.
I won't hold back
A second more.

I will not hide
L'amour, l'amour.

I'm Ever So Slightly Infatuated....

Ok, so I was listening to some proper old tracks I haven't listened to in ages earlier on. I was hunting them out on youtube when I came across a cover of one of them (Sade, By Your Side). The girl who sings this has the most amazing voice... and is probably one of the most beautiful girls I've seen!! So I am sharing my jaw hitting the floor moment....

Thought of the Day

No river, lake, no sea, no pond
Can drown a love or bond this strong.
For I believe that certain hearts
Were never made to be apart.