The heatwave the weather forecast was promising is really creeping up on us – it’s already muggy and I felt slightly sweaty almost as soon as I was out of the shower this morning. But finally we’re getting a bit of summer! I do hope it continues. We have had the odd nice day here and there, but never beyond a nice kind of “spring day”. So now, hopefully those longed for summer days and evenings are finally happening.
Monkey got his school report for this year today, and like every other year, I was bursting with pride and gratitude when I read it. Can’t believe this incredible kid is mine! He’s ten and a half, but has a “reading age” of 14. He is top of the class for Maths, English and Literacy, scores top marks for Science, History, Religion and ICT too. His teacher and head teacher describe him as a “natural born leader” (albeit perhaps a little TOO dominant, being the ring leader) as well as very popular, confident and sociable. Even through my rose tinted glasses though (my child can do no wrong in my eyes – yep, I am totally an obnoxious and conceited parent!), I know exactly what they mean with little comments about him being a little too chatty and easily distracted. It’s really an echo of every other year in that sense: “[Monkey] needs to remember that school is for learning, not socialising”. Teehee! See how bad I am? I find it cute and am secretly proud of having a confident little boy. He may be ‘disruptive’ to some, but I think of it as ‘vivacious’!
Slept so badly last night. This apartment really does contain the heat, no matter how many windows we leave open, and at night it gets uncomfortably muggy now that London has been blessed with hot summer weather. Kept tossing and turning, kicking the duvet off and occasionally sliding out from under a heavy leg and arm that B throws over me. Gosh, it was boiling. We always sleep all tangled up in each other, arms and legs across each other in a big old mess, but when it’s hot like this it gets uncomfortably warm. Problem is that I can’t sleep without being all wrapped around B or he around me or both around each other in aforementioned entangled mess, so this will take a bit of getting used to.
It’s been such a weird month, with all its highs and lows, and I’m still reeling a little. However, I am beginning to round the corner now and feel a lot more at peace with things, which allows me to fully focus on the joy of being engaged to my gorgeous B. The first thing many people ask is if we’ve set a date. Uhm, no! Gosh, we just got engaged, I haven’t even begun to think about the next huge step that this is actually a promise of. Strange perhaps. However, I am in no rush whatsoever and I’d imagine that we’ll wait AT LEAST a year, probably even a little longer than that.
Next summer we have our big road trip in the States. I turn 40 in February and he turns 50 in April, so to celebrate such mature milestones we’re heading off to explore the deep south in a classic Mustang. I can hear the thunder of the engine already, undercover petrol head that I am. We’re planning to begin our adventure in South Carolina and can’t-miss stops along the way are Nashville, New Orleans, Memphis and a selection of others. Graceland is obviously non-negotiable. Can’t wait.
Eurgh, even my palms feel clammy in this humidity, I might just have a cold shower. B’s on his way home and Monkey is allowed unlimited crisps, sweets and biscuits due to making me so proud once again. Yes, cold shower it is!