Have had a mad few days. Weekend in Bath, then partner's 40th yesterday. Phew. Once again, I have eaten and drunk too much. There is definitely a bit of muffintoppery going on with my trousers at the moment - must try to rein myself in at the dinner table for a few weeks. (Although having said that, am having lunch with one of my editors today so I will start the new regime tomorrow...ahem....)
Anyway - Bath. We loved it. Even more gorgeous than I remembered. Could really see ourselves living there - so we're going to do it! Had a bit of a turning point with eldest daughter (who has previously resisted any talk of moving) - we went to see one house, just to get an idea of what we could afford and she started sobbing outside the estate agent - "I don't want to move house! Please don't make me go!" which was horrible. But then, once inside this house when she and son discovered that on the top floor, there were just two rooms, one with Spiderman murals all over the walls and the other with white-washed floorboards and a pink heart on the door - at that point, she got really excited, saying, "Can we live here? This could be my room and this could be Tom's!" (They share at the moment) - and suddenly she was really into the whole idea. Relief all round.
Stayed in a B&B Saturday night - kids all wildly excited as we haven't been anywhere like that for years. Much bouncing on beds and giggling and running around in the dark. The kids, too. (ba-boom).
So it was a good weekend. Feel really excited about our life change now! (Come back in two months though when we're knee deep in surveys and gazumping and full-schools stress and remind me of this, please)
And then yesterday, partner turned 40 - he hasn't ordered himself a sports car or gone off to get a mistress yet, so no sign of impending midlife crisis. He took the day off work and we went to Wakehurst Place which is Kew's country house and garden - very calming, strolling around this fabulous Elizabethan manor house and massive grounds. The sort of thing we couldn't have done if the two older children had been there ("This is SO BORING!" "Can we go home now?" "What do you mean, there isn't a playground here?") but youngest dozed in the buggy as we wheeled her round so we could chat and everything. What a bonus. In the evening, went out to Indian Summer, a really yummy, posh Indian restaurant in Brighton.
Must try and do a bit of work now before I go off for my eating - I mean, meeting.