It is glorious.
The whole of the UK has a lighter feel to it, happiness is literally pouring through the rivers, the sun makes this country a better place to live.
Plus it makes it cheaper to have fun.
This weekend has been marvellous. We spent the day basking, and sweating, in the sun. The kids played and frolicked at my son’s Football presentation. We drank cheap wine from Aldi and snacked on home made sandwiches and fruit. We sat whilst the children tore around the grass, hiding behind trees, safe but out of sight.
It was a rare privilege for my three children. I am not a free range parent, whilst I love the idea of it. I worry that monsters hide on street corners, I see the devil in the dark as I call my children in from play. If they cycle round the block I follow behind shouting cheerful *cough* instructions as I battle to ignore the image in my head of a car mounting the kerb and taking out my family.
So yesterday, yesterday was good.
I am not a fan of camping, but it was free, so a tick in my thrifty living box.
To be honest, the wine helped, and I delayed actually getting into my tent until the midnight hour struck.
We took two tents, my husband and I, his was a nice green pop up tent, room for two airbeds and a bit of a porch at the front. Mine, was bright pink with Hello Kitty slapped on the side, tall inside, no room to swing a dead cat. Its key advantage being that I could never get confused about which tent was mine.
I shared with my toddler, the other half got the twins.
The little one slept fine, I felt like I had slept on a half full water bed with a leak. My bladder was full from 2am, but a combination of fear, a long walk, and no contacts in my eyes meant I simply had to suffer in silence. When I say silence, I mean silence punctuated by drunk male snores from our neighboring tents.
A friend told me, the joy of camping is that the kids stay up late and then sleep in. They went to bed at eleven and got up at seven.
I really hate camping.
Free range yes, the fact it cost nothing and the kids adored it was fantastic. The feeling of my own sweat sticking to my skin, the absence of sleep, and the inability to fart without a whole row of people hearing meant I missed out on the personal fun factor.
Still it was thrifty, and for the most part, fab.
How are you enjoying the sunshine?