30:01:14 Tuna Fagioli
Here's today's "under 300 calorie" evening meal from a recipe book.
29:01:14 Star beneath my pillow
28:01:14 Feck!
27:01:14 Rainbow hug
26:01:14 KaBoom!
Home again.
We are home from our long overdue trip to visit family and friends in the UK and Ireland. We have been living in Australia now for 8 years and have had many many people come stay with us for up to three months at a time. It is only in more recent years that health issues have crept in and made it harder for grandparents to come to us and so we knew we needed to to make the journey to them.
We spent most of last year saving furiously and I worked many weekend shifts to help get together the money together. Even with family and friends very generously putting us up in their homes and feeding us the actual transport costs of five flights, ferries and car rentals set us back well over $20,000. Not a trip that could be done annually!
We packed a lot into the time we were away. We started the trip in Ireland staying with my sister and parents. It was great to see them all. They are very private people and so I agreed many years ago not to put photos of them or discuss their lives here on the blog. For that reason I have kept my photos of the Irish side of the trip to ones of Byron, myself and the kids or the places we visited...
We also got to stay a night with Byron's brother and his family which was wonderful and we finished the Welsh visit with a massive Chinese takeaway with 14 of us all squished into Byron's parents living room with every chair and table in the house put together to hold a banquet of fried rice and every main meal under the sun!
I swear the poor car struggled to pull away at the end of the week with all of us squeezing in a bit more fuller figured than when we arrived.
The next leg of the journey was spent in Northampton where we lived for 9 years when we were first married. We had so many friends we wanted to see that we hired the village hall for one night and sent an invite out far and wide to join us for an evening of hugs and story telling. It was a blur of friends, neighbours, work colleagues, my aunt and uncle and cousins. It was a crazy evening of unfinished conversations and hugs and "You haven't changed a bit!" in both directions.
The final destination was London. We stayed with friends who were living in Sydney when we first emigrated but have since returned to the UK. They let us use them and their home as a base to come and go into London and play "tourist" before we had to board our flight home to Australia.
I have so many wonderful memories and stories I am afraid I will forget the details of them. You may have noticed a few image posts that have also gone up today. My intention in this year of 2014 is to try to post an image every day. I think others who have done it before me have posted the images on an actual day-by-day basis. I'm playing catch up for now and will hopefully be more consistent once I make it to the end of the holiday backlog!
25:01:14 Last night in London
When people ask me "How was your trip" I struggle to express the rollercoaster of emotions we went through during the three and a half weeks we were gone. Somehow I think that the photos are the best way to tell the story of this amazing family holiday.
What will the future hold for us as a family? Will there be another big trip like this where all five of us are together? With Sian already counting down to University we are aware that these last few weeks were precious, a gift we will hold in our hearts as our family life changes and grows.
What adventures lie ahead for us?
As a family we have taken chances, chased adventure and found happiness in everything around us. As long as we have each other I say..
Bring it on!
24:01:14 London Eye
23:01:14 Buckingham Palace
22:01:14 The Cliffes
Charles and Sue were one of the first couples Byron introduced me to when I moved to the UK. He talked them up big time, how great they were, how much I'd like them. That Charles was the most competitive person he had ever met (other than himself) and that Sue was a scientist doing research into HIV transfer between mothers and babies. Oh, and that as well as being amazingly intelligent she was witty and fun too!
I was terrified meeting them but of course Byron was right, they were the funniest and most honest people I had met in a long time. Watching Byron and Charles together was like watching two alpha male gorillas pacing around one another in a zoo. Whatever one could do the other could do better, faster and higher, and get paid more to do it! They were masters in the kitchen and each weekend we spent at each others house involved the men trying to outdo the other on the BBQ while us girls sat back and watched with a glass of wine while laughing at them.
Byron and Charles were keen and competitive badminton players. Once when Byron bought a new racquet and won that weeks game Charles went out and bought the exact same one. when Byron won the next game Charles went out and bought the exact same grip tape for the handle just so they would be playing on an "equal footing"
Our friendship with Charles and Sue survived us changing from a carefree couple to parents of a screaming newborn. On the first day Charles got to hold Sian he handed her back with a pained expression. "Byron, your baby smells of sick" We waited 4 long years for Charles and Sue to have their first baby, Ben, just so Byron could say it back!
What was going to be one night in their house became three. We felt so relaxed there and the finances were running low so when Charles and Sue's daughter Hannah begged and begged and begged us to stay longer we did. She is just about the funniest kid we have ever met. She speaks at a million miles an hour and asks a gazillion questions and has an answer for everything. She gets away with it because of her big eyes and her earnest expression. She would talk to anyone.
On our last night we wanted to buy some flowers for Sue to thank her for everything. We asked Hannah if she wanted to come with us to help us choose the best ones. She was so excited in the shop and as we were paying she smiled at the cashier and said. "These aren't my parents you know, they're not even relatives, I only met them a short time ago" We grabbed our change and receipt and pushed her out the door before the shopkeeper could ring the police on us for abducting her!
It was the perfect way to end our trip. Surrounded by good friends, good food a steady supply of wine. And of course the comfortable banter between friends...
"I have more hair than you"
"No, mine is definitely thicker"
"But I can see a thinning patch on the back of your head"
"No way mate, that's just sun-kissed"
"Sun-kissed my arse, you're going grey"
"Am not"
"Are too"
21:01:14 Josie
It was on the way home from one of these classes that she said those famous words. I didn't quite know what to say back and just sat in the passenger seat and stared open mouthed until she looked over and burst out laughing. "I really have you know, but I like you!" "I'm just going to have to make room for one more" And so began a friendship with one of the most bubbly and enthusiastic women I have ever met. The friendship stayed superficial as we maintained our masks of perfection for the first few months and then came the day that we dared to lower them.
We were in a parent and child changing room in a local swimming pool. We had spent time together in the baby pool with our tiny babies and were wet and bedraggled and trying to get babies and ourselves dry and warm before they would need their next feeds. Josie asked me how I was getting on juggling life with my newborn. I answered with a bright and cheery "everything-is-wonderful-thanks" that wasn't altogether true and asked her how she was. She looked me in the eye and I watched the tears spill over her cheeks as she said that actually she felt shit, That she was tired, the house was in a constant mess, and her husband had forgotten to put the bottles in the sterilizer before going to work AGAIN. I stood there and watched as the image of my friend with the perfect and sophisticated life crumbled and what was left behind was a real, normal mum going through everything I was. The tears welled up in my eyes as I sobbed, me too. We clung to each other and cried our hearts out as our babies lay snug in their towels not knowing what all the fuss was about. The door opened and another mum started to come in with her kids and then made a hasty exit. That was enough to turn the tears into howls of laughter as we realised how crazy we looked.
Thank you Josie for being the first to take down your mask and for being an honest and real friend to me ever since.
20:01:14 The Girls
And so I made some of the best friendships of my life with Cathy, Zoe and Theresa. We watched and compared notes as our babies reached their milestones . We went to baby swim lessons, mothers groups and spent numerous mornings at each others houses. We celebrated each new pregnancy within our group and put together goody bags as one of us neared a due date. We became each others first babysitters, we lent on each other as life dealt us blows we didn't see coming. We drank tea, we laughed, we talked about our fears, our hopes, our dreams. We let off steam and then slumped exhausted as hugs were offered and more tea was made. We learnt to be less than perfect around each other and shattered the myths of the mothers and babies we saw in our glossy baby magazines.
These girls helped me through the hardest days of motherhood, the loss of a pregnancy and the trepidation of a subsequent one. We saw each others worst and we brought out each others best. As this photo was taken the eight years since we last sat together melted away as though nothing had changed. I know no matter how long it is until we sit together again I will always love these girls.
19:01:14 Autumn leaves
18:01:14 Ice
17:01:14 Frozen leaves
16:01:14 Northampton walking.
15:01:14 Glum Harvey, Glum Rhiannon
Rhiannon has a sensitive heart. When she is sad she goes quiet. She melts into the background and the danger is that she will go unnoticed and won't talk about how she feels unless asked.
Out of all of us Rhiannon bonded the deepest with Julie's dog Harvey. It's like they communicated silently. Most evenings she sat next to him on the floor stroking his belly absent-mindedly as he dozed, every so often he'd open an eye to check she was still there. On the last day they were both very quiet. It was hard to put my finger on it but both of them seemed to sense that goodbye was creeping closer.
After Rhiannon had finished packing her bags she went off to find Harvey who had gone to sit in his chair in the corner. She sat there with him quietly, forehead to forehead. Quiet moods and sad eyes.
This photo speaks volumes. It sums up the mood of the final day in Wales. Julie says that Harvey was out of sorts for days after we left, pacing the rooms we had stayed in and sitting in his chair watching out the window...
Someone over here misses you too Harvey. She doesn't say much but I can hear it in her silence...
14:01:10 Three men and a pint
13:01:14 Robin
There is an Irish Folk tale about how the robin got his red breast. I found a version of it online which I will share with you here...
How the Robin Got His Red Breast (based on an Irish folk tale)
retold by Cathy S. Mosley12:01:14 Blue-Biiiiiirds!
11:01:14 Cousins
We spent a day at Byron's brothers house and got there shortly before Jasmine was due out of school. She wasn't expecting to see us till she got home but we decided to walk up to her school and wait outside the gates for her to come out. As the school emptied there was a steady stream of girls and boys, all wearing the same uniforms pouring out the different doors of the school. Almost every girl had hair down past their shoulders and we scanned back and forth with no idea which one was her. Finally her mum spotted her and pointed her out to us while she was still a bit away from us. Our girls walked bravely through the school gates and towards her. Seeing the puzzled look on her face and then the smile of recognition was so good! They walked on ahead of us as teenagers do talking and catching up as we walked behind laughing at how similar they all looked.
I think seeing all the kids on this holiday has been one of the highlights. No matter how many emails pass between myself and my friends or between Byron and his brother it is simply not the same as seeing them face to face and getting to know who they are now and not who we remember them to be from 8 years ago.
10:01:14 Nanny Ponty
She loved playing Bingo and every time I saw her she would be talking about the big prizes she was close to winning. She always had a lottery ticket ready to check and we would make a very dramatic and false fuss of her telling her how much we loved he over and over. The bigger the jackpot the more we would take her coat and fluff up her seat cushions for her. She would look at me with a wicked glint of humour in her eye and say "Oh ay, you'll keep!"
The girls have memories of her but Gareth was only a toddler when she died. Even so all three kids helped to look up and down the rows of flowers until we found her plaque. They cut roses and put fresh water in the vase and we stood in a circle around her talking of all the funny memories we have of her.
Sian said she heard an expression that people die twice. Once when their heart stops beating and again when someone says their name for the last time.
Nanny Ponty, you will always be spoken about in our home. We will laugh at your stubbornness and feel humbled by your strength. We will never forget you. xo
09:01:14 They call it puppy love...
08:01:14 Julie
07:01:14 Duncannon
06:01:14 The Hook
05:01:14 Avoca
Outside Avoca. A beautiful cafe and restaurant with gift shops, home made delights and just about everything you didn't know you needed until you saw it! It was cold as we waited outside for everyone to catch up and go in. Coffee and Hot Chocolates were needed to warm us up and a hug from Dad had to do for now!
04:01:14 Bewley's cafe
03:01:14 Beginings
02:01:14 Clarendon Street
01:01:14 Selfie alert!
A family selfie! The first of many we took while we were away. This one was taken on O'Connell bridge with the river Liffey running fast underneath us. A place I used to wander as a teenager as I went from Henry street to Grafton street looking in all the shops and wondering what to spend my pocket money on. A bridge that often had a musician playing sad Irish melodies on one end while a bunch of skinny wanna be U2 teenagers belted out "With or without you" on the other bank. It was surreal to be here so many years later with teenagers of my own to nag and embarrass with pleas for just one more selfie....