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>> Sunday, 26 April 2009

I can't promise much for this post. Possibly, you might already have guessed that by the fact I can't even think of a relevant title for it.

I spent the last 24 hours catching up with a group of girls I used to go on hockey tour with, and am feeling more than a little shabby this morning.

We met up in a fantastic beach house in Wittering on the south coast of England after I had driven down through beautiful West Sussex. I'm a West Country girl personally, but West Sussex has to be one of the most visually pleasing places in the country with it's hills, valleys, picturesque villages and leafy woods. I swear, in the spring sunshine yesterday it so much resembled my mental picture of The Shire (for those Tolkien fans amongst you) that I kept looking for hobbits and doors in grassy banks.

Once I arrived, we spent yesterday chatting, gossiping, reminiscing, drinking, eating too much chocolate (one of them works for a well-known chocolate brand and seemed to have bought most of last week's production run with her for our delictation), walking along the beach, feeling the burn in our thigh muscles as we remembered how hard it can be to walk on shingle, and drinking (again) to recover from the exertion.

Throw in a meal out, more wine, silly games, more drinking on the beach, some embarrassingly bad campfire singing (without the campfire - even 3 sheets to the wind we weren't foolish enough to attempt that) and a restorative cup of tea at 1am and you have the recipe for a rather sore head this morning...

I should have known what to expect, of course. And I should have known that it would do me no good. It never did when we were on hockey tour 10 years ago or more, and now that I'm 40 + why would that lethal combination - vodka redbull - have a lesser effect?

The coup de grace was the fact that I needed to be back in London by 11am today so that Husband could fly off for another week of wooing Mother Russia.

Looking after the Boys, solo, with a hangover.

What was I thinking?

11 comments:

The Gossamer Woman 26 April 2009 at 15:54  

You were thinking you were going to have a good time come hell or high water and I, for one, am glad you did. What a ball!

sharon 27 April 2009 at 04:54  

I think it was probably worth it, it's always good to re-visit your youth even if you don't have the stamina once possessed! Maybe some extra DVD viewing for the boys...?

Thames 27 April 2009 at 10:21  

You even write funny titles. Fab. Another tag for you (sorry) at mine...

Rebel Mother 27 April 2009 at 13:59  

What with Vodka Redbull, choccy and diet coke - Have you slept at all? You'll be a on a permanent buzz until Hubby gets home! I know, that my diet.

Expat mum 27 April 2009 at 15:20  

Quite. Mind you I've been doing the parent thing for 16 years and i still lapse now and again. When they get a bit older you have to pretend you're fine because it sets a bad example etc. At least with the little ones you can have a good moan and groan!

Iota 27 April 2009 at 19:12  

Sounds likeit was worth it, though.

nappy valley girl 27 April 2009 at 20:38  

It sounds fantastic. Even if you did have to suffer. One has to do these things!

Have tagged you, over at mine.

Jo Beaufoix 27 April 2009 at 23:16  

It's do-able. Feed them chocolate, stick to one room, and play a game where you're poorly and they have to look after you or something.

Or Resolve. That stuff is brilliant.

Seriously, it sounds like you had a brilliant time so it's worth the pain.

Paradise Lost In Translation 28 April 2009 at 12:46  

I love the Witterings. Real old fashioned seaside

Millennium Housewife 28 April 2009 at 20:39  

Hooray! Reliving our past only serves to remind us that we had one, and a damn good one at that. Hangover small price to pay...MH

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