I've spent the last few days at the new house with no internet connection and barely any phone signal. Life in a bubble. I won't lie, I've enjoyed the peace and quiet! There's something very calming about shutting out the world for a short while. It allows you to take a breath, to gather, to really have a good think. Of course we weren't cut off completely. Occasionally we'd leave the farm and my phone would spring into life, the world knocking at my door. Sometimes we'd put the radio on and the news would intrude with its tales of disease, despair, and atrocities, some rather too close to home, and remind me of the perilous and sometimes terrifying world we live in. I don't want to live in a cocoon, and it won't last forever - the internet should be connected next week - but just for a moment, it was nice to be in that bubble.
We've spent most of this week working on the new house, ripping up linoleum floors (and can I just say, I loathe person who invented them), and putting up walls. As you can see, the boy was more than happy to lend a hand.
I spent quite a while browsing in our local reclamation yard. Our half of the farmhouse is a 1980's extension, but we're going to try and make it look older, so it blends better with the rest of the house. Now as a lover of vintage goods, a reclamation yard is a dangerous place to be, in terms of my bank balance at least. Take these tiles for instance. I fell in love with these tiles, I lusted after them, and then I discovered they were £10 per tile. Reader, I did not buy those tiles.
I took a trip up to London, draped head to toe in Autumnal shades, rather prematurely as it turned out, for it turned out to be rather toasty this week. But hey, I just can't say no to mustard and teal. Roll on Autumn, I say.
I visited a friend who is mere weeks from the arrival of her first baby. Sitting across from her mixture of excitement, nerves and apprehension, I couldn't help but think back to the arrival of the boy. And even though the birth definitely didn't go quite as I'd hoped (a very long labour, an emergency c-section, and a ton of drugs), I'm so eager to go through it all again, excited even. Hormones, you are a wondrous thing.
Towards the end of the week we attended a rather splendid family party in celebration of a two year old's birthday. Now this is one lucky toddler, blessed by birth to grow up on an actual country estate. Look at that garden! Look at that lawn! I spent most of the party trying to pick my jaw up from the floor, while simultaneously attempting to shrug the working class chip off my shoulder. I felt just like Mrs Crawley when she was first invited to dinner at Downton with Matthew*. Nice though, innit?
*Embarrassing naff TV viewing habit disclosure.