Today has been a long day; its 9:30 and we are scuttling off to bed. Daisy’s room, is a bit like a lean too, attached to the end of our room, and as such has windows on every side, so it would be an impossible task to black it out, so we haven’t tried. This does mean however that daisy is waking up as it goes light, which is around 6:15-6:30, which makes for a very long day, especially when you are planning to fill the day with stuff.

Today we went to Osborne house, the favourite home of Queen Victoria. It’s a bit of a peculiar place, with lots of little (on the royal scale) rooms, and some quite strange architecture, apparently Albert and Vicky liked cosy, so they built themselves a cosy house in a few hundred acres of land, overlooking the Solent, presumably so they could look out at all they owned, and watch the navy come in and out from all the pink bits of the map they also had control over.

I crashed today, which given how it’s only Sunday is a bit woeful (usually it takes to the middle of the week for me to lose all energy). I’m taking it as a sign of how I needed the holiday. So after a nice morning in Ventnor, I spent the afternoon flaked out on the couch and asleep in bed while Ruth and her mum went to Sandown for a walk.

I’m currently taking a brake from the job application, it’s ever so difficult talking your self up. The more is sit and stare at the person spec the more I have to resist the temptation to write incredibly sarky rebuttals to the points.

So here we are flying down the motorway, somewhere near Oxford, as always in this car we are making good time, and yes I am sitting in the back of the car on the laptop. I am meant to be working through the job application, but it’s all too hard, and requires quite a lot of concentration, so I’m doing this instead.

Ruth thinks I need to go through the person spec point by point and produce a sentence on each one, which makes perfect sense but is quite hard to do; it’s a very disjointed way to write maybe I will just write some rambley prose and pull the sentences out of that.

So here we are again, we’re off for another week in the Isle of Wight, The mad packing frenzy is over and the couch in the morning room is now spilling over with our belongings.

Ruth is a great one for lists, which despite all my disparaging remarks to make the whole process go much smoother. I just think without someone to put the breaks on it, the list making could become all consuming; we would be in danger of spending too much time, on list layout, and colours, and on extra lists such as primarily packing order and car loading orders. Luckily for Ruth I’m here as the voice of reason :o)

Last April when we went we also got all the food shopping and stuffed that into the car, this year we are going for the much more sensible approach of Tesco home (or should that be holiday) delivery, which hopefully will arrive a couple of hours after we do. That does mean we will have more room in the car, which we will need, because Ruth’s mum is coming too, so it’s three adults and one baby for a week, all in one car.

Of course as I write everything is packed except the laptop. Always the last thing to get put into a bag.

I’m on holiday…. :o)

it’s not a big long trip, sitting on the beach holiday, its more a sit in the house while somebody takes the roof off holiday. Still it’s some time away from work, something I haven’t really had all summer. So I’m going to take it easy, play with Daisy, and generally have a nice time.

We had a lovely weekend visiting friends over in Beverly near hull. The weather was nice, and we got to go see animals on the farm. Daisy being the people person that she is thought that the other children running around on the bales of hey where much more interesting than the horses or the pigs.

My love affair with our car continues. It’s just so much better than the Rover for motorway driving, I particularly love the fact that just pulls itself up hills even when traveling at ‘Motoway speeds’. We did the Beverly to Liverpool trip in just under 2 hours which when you work it out, is jolly fast. Not that we’re speed freaks just that when the motorway is empty you drive at the same speed as everybody else.

this is where old the remote controls come to die; a small ‘tat’ shop just of the main street in shanklin, how they get her and where all the TV’s are I have no idea. Maybe they are brought on the tide from around the country to shanklin beach.