I really want to write some proper stuff about moving out of London. But I'm on holiday (one of those holidays where you stay at home and just faff about) so I'm still on a sort of blogging sabbatical.
The concept of a holiday at home is good though. We've only lived here for a couple of weeks, so it still feels like a holiday. We keep meeting new people from the village, so they are my new holiday friends. We went for a big family bike ride today, with Ruby in the little seat on the back of my bike, and that felt like a proper holiday too.
Then we got home and made a real fire in the fireplace, which was slightly unnecessary, as the house is pretty warm and has radiators, but again, it felt like the holiday thing to do.
And now I'll go to bed and get up tomorrow and perhaps go and do a bit of tourist stuff in one of the funny little towns near here. Maybe Dorchester-on-Thames or its neighbour Wallingford. I think they have old crumbling walls and perhaps an abbey. That'll definitely feel like a holiday.
I wrote about taking holidays at home in a thing I wrote for howies recently. And the concept seems to be working out well. So I'd better get back to it.
See you when I'm done holidaying.
PS camera battery has run out and charger is at work. No holiday pictures to speak of. So you will have to make do with this recent photo of a baby in sunglasses. Works every time.
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