This could so easily have been a ranty post:

This was the week that the twin apostles of anti-feminism, Jones & Moir, appeared fixated on destroying my mojo with their hatred of ‘the normal woman’. Their Eurovision style bid to place themselves on a (wobbly) pedestal and croon their anthem “I’m better than you-oo-oo” had me all fired up and ready to rant, and I did, a little, over at Mums Rock.

This could so easily have been a despairing post:

This was the week in which we were forced to remember the most shocking depiction of our own species’ potential for harming its own, with the reported re-arrest of Jon Venables.  The obvious questions about reform and rehabilitation feel altogether too academic in the face of such tangible horror.

In the end, it’s neither:

All of the above has rocked me this week.  Maybe I allow myself to be unduly affected by the outside world.  Maybe I should try harder to block it all out. Either way, come Friday I was very happy to be escaping to the Mother-ship, aka a small village in North Norfolk where my  parents live.

There’s something about ‘going home’.  Even as an adult, that feeling of stepping back into the familiar, being handed a cup of tea, sat down in front of the telly, fed, watered and cherished is just delicious.

I have slept this weekend- we have woken to the sound of our children being breakfasted while we had cups of tea delivered to our bedside.

I have napped on the sofa- unheard of in our own family home where there is always some crisis (big or small) that prevents the soporific effect of soft furnishings enveloping me.

I have seen my grandparents and enjoyed an entire morning alone with my husband.

Yes, I have been thoroughly spoilt!

But, best of all, I have done the thing that I HAVE to do every time I go home…

Escape to the Mother-ship
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20 thoughts on “Escape to the Mother-ship

  • March 7, 2010 at 9:39 pm

    It is lovely to be able to escape, be spoiled and forget about the nasty things that go on in the world. The photos are lovely, I could do with one of those weekends…….your parents available??:D Jen.

  • March 7, 2010 at 9:47 pm

    I think for a mother going home is even more special as it’s the one time someone actually looks after us. It’s great to have that time to escape all the responsibilities of being the mum yourself.

  • March 7, 2010 at 10:41 pm

    Jones and Moir – the comedy duo of the DM… from the same school of parenting as Gina Ford.

    Re your trip home – I am utterly jealous 🙂 I’m glad you had a restful time – I think you needed it x Brilliant pictures too.

  • March 8, 2010 at 6:25 am

    Going home is such a treat. I love it. It is like finding an old lost glove that fits just perfectly. It just feels so right. And lucky you to have that beach to go and exhaust the kids on as well. x

  • March 8, 2010 at 7:51 am

    Ah, those pics are making me pine for the N. Norfolk coast. August can’t come soon enough! Great post.

  • March 8, 2010 at 2:52 pm

    Such lovely sunny pictures, a captured sun beautifully.

    CJ xx

  • March 8, 2010 at 3:49 pm

    Do your parents do bed and breakfast? the main downside (actually probably the only one) of having a parent living around the corner. Is that their house is in the same bloody nieghborhood of urban over-priced squalor. Tell them I’m on the five o’clock stage coach. Yee Ha!

  • March 8, 2010 at 10:12 pm

    Hey there, lovely to “meet” you too. What a great post. The world is full of misery on a daily basis so its important to stand back & appreciate what gifts your life has been blessed with. It sounds like you enjoyed a splendid weekend, I especially like the idea of waking up the sound of someone else sorting out kids brekky. Bliss. I miss the coast more than I ever thought imaginable now we live a good 90 minutes away so I’m very jealous of your ozone overload more than the lay-in (much to my own surprise)!

    MD xx

  • March 9, 2010 at 11:26 am

    oh, it looks amazing! what a glorious place! all that and sleep, you really were spoilt!

  • March 9, 2010 at 11:36 am

    Heavenly!This post made me smile like the cheshire cat!

  • March 11, 2010 at 8:32 am

    Thanks Jen….and yes, they probably are- and very accommodating, I’ll send you their number 😉

  • March 11, 2010 at 8:34 am

    Definitely, not usually a common experience as we’re all so good at coping with everything… nice to switch off for a day or so (or at least turn it down!) 🙂

  • March 11, 2010 at 8:36 am

    Thanks Nic- late catching up on replies… Gina Ford? Grrr, don’t even get me started…. controlled crying?!?

    It was a lovely trip, although already long since forgotten, luckily I’ve scheduled in another one in Easter :o)

  • March 11, 2010 at 8:38 am

    That’s a lovely analogy, it’s just like that… and yes, the beach is just perfect- the one thing I hate about where I live now is that it’s so far from the coast. x

  • March 11, 2010 at 8:40 am

    Thank you….arguably the best (easily accessible) beaches in the UK- I love it!

  • March 11, 2010 at 8:41 am

    We were lucky enough to have a perfect day so the photographs took themselves 🙂

  • March 11, 2010 at 8:43 am

    B&B – no! But they’re very nice and more than happy to take in waifs and strays…just turn up looking bedraggled muttering about highway robbery… 😉

  • March 11, 2010 at 8:45 am

    Hello Again! Thank you 🙂 I always knew how important the coast was to me…especially in Winter to blow away the winter blues, but I kind of forgot that and moved inland. We’re now about as far away as you can get too and it’s a struggle at times. I’m really lucky to be able to escape regularly though! xx

  • March 11, 2010 at 8:49 am

    Utterly spoilt and the best part is I’m going back for more at Easter…all that and chocolate too!

  • March 11, 2010 at 9:02 am

    Thanks Chris, sometimes a girl needs a little R&R x

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