October 12th – Pubs, Boats and Trains

1999:  Mum had a lie in until 7.15 when I got up.  It’s just as well I did as her alarm clock didn’t go off so it was rush, rush, rush as usual, although I did get the chance to jump in mums bath.  Mum said she loved me and I replied with “I love Al.  Don’t like you”.  She didn’t seem to take it to heart though and I didn’t get the ‘I work bloody hard for you’ speech. Edons first thing and Nanny’s.  We went to the pub for lunch, the one with the cool play area and I played for a couple of hours as it is lovely and warm and sunny again this afternoon. Later, we had a picnic at the river watching the boats.  I wanted to see the train when we went over the level crossing.  I told nanny I didn’t want to go on it just to “look”.  So we drove to the station car park and  waited – fortunately only for a few minutes.  Mummy was home early tonight but I carried on with my usual routine with Pa.  After tea mum and Nan nattered and nattered and they were both surprised when I arrived on Pa’s shoulders bathed, dried and pyjama’d. I was soundo within 5 minutes of arriving home.

2019:  And work hard she did. Although she would have loved to be a stay at home mum but I’m not sure how that would have worked out. I loved my adventures out with others and I guess appreciated each other more when we did get together (although reading some of these diaries I’m not so sure!)  At least now I can understand adult stress, anxiety and depression (which was the reason she struggled to get up each morning)

Zof and I went to see nan and Pa today and stayed over

#mentalhealth #stress #boats # trains #pubs #food #eating 

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I may do stupid things and make light of them but deep down there’s a reason and I love exploration, even if I cannot fully understand the outcome!

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