So its the Easter holidays, what joy it is to have people home from uni! Its weird though because when I have gone to arrange things I automatically add Crocker and Jeni to the list. Silly me, it does make me a miss them but Crocker is home soon so thats a bonus.
Anywho, what shall i write today?...
Im having a little trouble replying to my uni offers. I must say im not one to make a decision about anything. I find it hard enough to choose a chocolate bar when im at college, or decide what to eat for lunch, let alone a life decision haha. I think in my head i have convinced myself that if i dont make a decision, things will decide on themselves. hmmm. The more I think about it and hear people groaning about uni i just want to run away and bake cakes and knit somewhere hehe. Or go back in time and live life in the style of Jane Austen; go to balls, marry a handsome gentleman and ride on a horse into the countryside...
Im boring myself writing this so i shall change tack:
We were at Krusty's house the other day for her birthday and we were just chatting away. We somehow started talking about childhood and i realised how brilliant mine was. I think we can take these things for granted.
My old road in Southwick where I grew up was amazing; it was a little crescent with a roundabout in the middle. The roundabout served no purpose because it was the quietest road ever, so we took ownership and all the kids in the street created the 'roundabout gang'. Everyday we could we were out there on our bikes and roller skates going up and down the road, round and round the roundabout. Every morning there was doorbells ringing up and down the road 'can ... come out to play'. One summer we had a fair in someones garden [which was on the corner of the road] and we did face painting etc. It really was such fun, i would love to go back to being that age.
I was a real daddy's girl [well i still am], if i wasnt out on my bike with my brother I was in the garden with my dad. He gave me my own little patch of garden which he helped me keep, the most exciting time of year was when we had to plant the seeds. We used to go into his potting shed and plant the seeds in little trays and then wait for a few weeks until they got big enough and then we would plant them in my garden. Once [because im cool haha] we entered a horticulture show. Dad let me choose the vegetables from a pile [i was in charge of the shallots] and we won first prize! i think we were runners up for our tomatoes too. He bought me my own garden tools and i painted the handles pink, and he also bought me some pink wellies! Also we used to have berries growing up the side of our house and a couple of years dad got out this big metal bowl and we made bramble jam.
It nice to reminise sometimes, i only remembered the jam thing as i was writing this.
Well this blog was a little random, i hope you had a nice easter whoever is reading this.
xx
3 comments:
oh nicola, you just summed up what i'd rather be doing too! knitting, baking....sound like a treat, instead im wiping bottoms, ok so right now im sunning myself with the kiwis!
I cant believe you mentioned me twice on your blog, i feel honoured. well will be seeing you... love lu
Oh I could weep....bramble jam, knitting, the roundabout gang, sowing seeds, you're talking my language girlfriend! What a lovely dad you describe, it has inspired me to gather my children together and propose something wholesome this afternoon. Perhaps some weaving..... x Pam
Nicola, what a grand post, you have just made me remember all my nice childhood memories too... infact i was doing that the other night as i was falling asleep anyway... but you have reminded me again.... i planted daffodils in my garden this year, which i was very excited about.. but maybe you can teach me how to plant vegetables and other things too... how exciting. love becky x
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