What a wash out

Were back.

From a week in Devon, well 5 days as it was SO wet and cold we decided (I decided) enough was enough, and we came home.

Never been to Devon before, didn't like the place we stayed in, everyone was called John and all where very surly as other visitors mentioned in the guest book at the house we rented (which I might add at this point was beautiful, only it didn't have any curtains in the lounge so made viewing Dr Who rather difficult when the only sun of the day came over at 7pm; invention to the rescue with bin liners and sticky tape), but we did find a beach about 30 mins away from us which was fantastic for surfing which we all enjoyed very very much.

Although after surfing we were all bloody freezing, with gale force winds whipping around our ears, at one point children and I huddled around smallest member of the family like penguins to try and banish the cold, which took the edge off it all a bit.

I realised on this holiday that my eldest children are ready for a bit more adventure from there holidays, although we had lots of fun, the girls definitely wanted the chance to wear there fashionable summer clothes instead of the fleece and thermal socks which where a must.

It would be very nice to wake up in the morning on holiday and think that we could just go to the beach and spend the day there,and not ,that we can stick it out for a few hours before we get hypothermia.

What with packing lunches, the daily washing of clothes, it didn't really feel like a holiday at all. The only plus was that we where all together and we had Dr Who to watch, and the surfing (body boarding queen I was - even bested the children - ha!), but after three days I was pretty much done, and I think so where the children. I guess after 13 years of sticking it out on a freezing cold beach we are due for a change, and I think next year a change it will be, probably will spend the whole time moaning its too darn hot, no pleasing some people!.

WE came home however to a house full of plaster dust and not much done. Our builders had been given our week away to complete the project, believe me when I say the task involved was not the krypton factor, but none the less has not been finished which of course means they have to return - deep joy.

So we are frantically trying to finish at least one room; the builders obviously have a sense of humour here as they have started 3 rooms and finished none of them, which makes our task slightly impossible. Husband is a master ceiling painter and has achieved 3 ceilings but sadly has run out of paint, so the ceiling he started 4 years ago, yes 4, in the lounge has eluded him once again as this was not a priority.

I have gotten used to order in the home (thanks to Anthea Turner)and feel very very aggravated at the fact it is now not organised and clean. Clean; oh don't get me started on clean, it was a terrible state when we got home, still as the more we try to sort it, the dustier it becomes, I have to keep telling myself it will get better, several times a day, I do hope so.

To top it all we lost 2 of our chickeroonies to a very sly old fox, which was a blow, and very unfair on my poor mother in law to have had to suffer that as she was minding them for us, nothing is going right at the moment.

Still have the dog to collect tomorrow, and chickens will have to be replaced (have told tweenie children that they where sick, so by the time they have got the new ones they will have hopefully forgotten about the old ones -oh the webs we weave)Husband has told me we can get another dog and some piggies, should say hurrah to that but am low on the gusto at the moment, still will keep anyone posted who cares to listen.