Life is very humdrum at the moment. I wake, have breakfast, change and feed the baby, wash and dress, hand the bay to Wifey and drive to work. Work is predictably boring. I drive home again, do chores, put the baby to bed, have tea and watch TV.
However, on holiday we had time to ourselves. This is the second holiday we have been on with the baby. He was 3 months old when we took him to Spain. He was easier to handle then, but he was a bouncing seven months old during the holiday in Cornwall. If he’s not happy he’ll let you know.
Seven months seems to be a nice age. He’s interactive and I get to spend about 2 hours of quality time with him everyday. He’s into everything at the moment. He also learnt this morning that if you upset our very old tom cat he’ll nip your fingers and hiss at you!
We stopped in a cottage neat Launceston which is to the Eastern end of Cornwall. Launceston is not what you would call a picturesque town. It is a functional market town. Don’t get me wrong. I’d rather a functional market town than a manufactured and cloned high street any day of the week. In hindsight we both felt that we would have liked to have been further west and in one of the pretty fishing villages on the coast, but money is not so free at the moment and the budget ruled.
The cottage itself was small and damp and was only one bedroom so it meant the baby had to share a room with us. Something we are not keen on. On the upside the couple who owned the cottage were friendly as was their dog. The cottage was secluded, private and quite and it did have a certain cow-shed-esque charm.
Saturday was spent procuring provisions for the week in Launceston. Wifey managed to find a lingerie shop that stoked some of her favourite brands and we spent nearly two hours in there while she tried on most of the shop and the baby crawled around the floor trying to pull bra’s off their hangers. The phase “leave those bra’s alone boy” can leave people looking at you a little strangely.
A visit to Boscastle followed and Wifey fell immediately for it’s charms. It is very picturesque but a great trip if, like me, you are a Civil Engineer. The place is awash with excavators and Portacabins whilst the flood defence work continues, and will continue for another year at least. A Cornish cram tea rounded the day off and then back to the cottage to feed the baby and put him to bed.
That’s enough for today. If I get time I’ll tell you about Sunday tomorrow.
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Too bad about the cottage, that can make a real difference. We were lucky with both of ours. One trick to remember though, a friend suggested it to me, is to use Sainsburies Online to book a delivery. We set it up for the evening of our arival and it worked a treat. An hour after we arrived the van pulled up with a weeks worth of food.
now that is a bloody good idea!
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