Hello Hampshire
So I had a visit back to my hometown! (I use “hometown”
loosely, that’s the problem with spending your formative years growing up as an
armed forces family. As a consequence I’m rubbish at settling down anywhere) A
lesser known part of Hampshire known as Eastleigh. You’ve probably been through
Eastleigh on the way down to the coast. It’s that bit on the railway that looks
like a massive train depot, there is an actual town there too believe it or
not! Technically I lived in Bishopstoke,
a small town next door to Eastleigh, which to my eyes is full-on countryside.
It has big fields with cows in and farms and everything. Comparatively it all
seems SO rural (which I like! I really like it, I miss the colour green, all I
see is the colour grey smattered with the odd bit of grunge), after living in
massive choking cities for a long time.
I was down to stay with my oldest friend (as in length of
time I’ve known her, not age!), Caroline, and her lovely boys. She came up to
Croydon on the Friday and we decided to take all five boys into central London.
That’s two adults, taking five boys under the age of eight, into central London
on the train. Three unleashed on foot. Two strapped into a beast of a double
buggy. One of them was not particularly happy about being strapped to the
double buggy. SOMEHOW we survived. Exhausted and battered we emerged into East
Croydon station again some five hours later, but we lived. Can I just put this
out there: M&M world, DO NOT ENTER WITH SMALL CHILDREN. You will be forced
to part with a deposit for a sizeable mortgage, worth of cash, or rather; your
bestie will pay a deposit for a sizeable mortgage, worth of cash (Thanks for
taking the hit Caroline!) for what,
essentially amount to a few handfuls of not-too-special chocolate that DOES
melt in your hands, contrary to your 1980’s advertising M&Ms! We remembered
it!
Appymum project: I get some marvellous stuff called MONEY
coming into the bank account at the end of the week. Life always boils down to
money to get stuff done doesn’t it? I’m still waiting to buy an adaptor for the
Mac, those adapters are insanely expensive! I do not know how Apple justifies
it. It’s not exactly to pay their suicidal Chinese factory workers, but that’s
another rant for another time…
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