Tuesday 15th October

I must be getting old, or older.  I have just had a really tiring weekend.  And yet when I really think about it I have done very little.  It might have been the travelling.  We drove to Walton on Thursday night, returning on Saturday, via a detour to Mersea and then on Sunday, a long tedious train journey to Alfreton, via Nottingham.  I was going to see one of my granddaughters whose third birthday it was.  She was having a party, but this was a long way away from the home-made sandwiches and jelly I used to give my kids, with party games like pass the parcel and pin the tail on the donkey.  This was at a childrens ‘party’ venue called unbelievably “Chucklebutties”.  Dominated by a huge indoor play area full of screaming kids; we parents and friends just had to sort-of stand around drinking coffee and trying to hear yourself think over the mayhem.

Mind you the kids loved it.   But maybe they all have their parties here, so are used to it.  Anyway, eventually it was over and some degree of sanity returned.  Home to my sons and little Elizabeth opened her presents.  We were all tired so it was fairly early to bed.

Monday I travelled back, and on a packed train was fairly cramped.  I felt shattered last night, and yet I had actually been sitting down for most of two days.  Strange how travelling, even sitting on a train tires you out so much.  Well, that’s another long weekend over, and today I am going to work.  For a rest.