It’s been a little while since I last posted in my blog. As it happened, moving house, and indeed moving town with a toddler was certainly a big bite…
But how happy I am that we took this step and moved! We now live in a small historical market town North of London, and it’s a little gem of a place. It’s still maintained lots of centuries old, original buildings, churches, and sinuous, small streets and lanes. You can almost feel, smell and taste history just by wandering around. I love getting lost and exploring yet another area.
But even more importantly, people here are friendly, they’re nice. They look me in the eyes, they say “hello”, they smile. This alone was worth moving here for. This, and the garden, of course. It’s not a big garden that we have, but it’s a garden nontheless, and it’s sunny, and it’s got a bit of lawn where I’m just about to set up my son’s first ever sand pit from that 15kg of sand that we bought last weekend. And an inflatable family swimming pool, for some lounging and splashing around. And a barbeque, of course, since it’s summer time .
Perhaps the only downside of living on the ground floor with a garden is the regular appearance of spiders in the house. Now, I love animals, and I believe in karma too; but when I see these eight-legged creatures, the first thing my instincts tell me is “Kill it!” But I hate to be a spider-killer, so I keep asking them to just stay away from my house… though so far my begging hasn’t yielded any desired results. Never mind, I am now turning into a self-made spider ninja, experimenting with natural remedies against spiders, which includes for example mopping up with essential oils every single day. Lavender smells quite nice, anyway. And before you write me off as some crazy-lady, let me clarify that I don’t mind the tiny little spiders hiding in corners, minding their own business, that keep out of my way. But I do mind those big, fat, black ones that are the size of my palm, waltzing around in my living room, bathroom, or kitchen cabinet. They have to go, and that’s non-negotiable.
Oh, and I finally got my very first car! Which takes a lot of struggle away and adds a much-needed improvement to our quality of life. We named “him” Walter. He’s a bit old but we love him dearly already .
So yeah, life is good, my friends, life is good. The sun is shining, the birds are singing, and we just came back from our first creative dance for toddlers class, but I’ll tell you about that later, because if my nose is not mistaken I’ve just burnt the red cabbage I’m making for dinner.