It's the day after the Kelmarsh Festival of Living History, and I've more or less recovered. The weekend started off wet on the Friday, but by Sunday there wasn't a spot of rain to be seen. Thankfully. If I'm going to be honest, I'm not in too much of a writing mood this-evening. I had a good amount of sleep after going to bed early last night (11:30pm) but I still feel drained. I've got one of those hazy minds today which doesn't really make for a productive day. Still, it was worth it I guess. We were more or less in the same area of the grounds as we were last year, near the family area (there was a faux beach there this year, which was a sheet of plastic with sand on top of it. It seemed to be the main attraction for the kids...a great idea). We were also rather close to the toilets, which is not something to be sniffed at, even if we were the furthest away from the beer tent.
I went 'Hatting' in the beer tent and was disliked for a few moments every time I tried a hat on. Apparently most of them suited me, which amused me no-end. I actually took quite a lot of pictures this year unlike previous years, but unfortunately my camera still bites and most of them have turned out blurry. (Typically). I spent a lot of the time chopping firewood and kindling with the axe and handbill. Thus, I've had a rather achy shoulder all day, but no matter. I'm planning on getting some things struck from my 'to do' list tomorrow.
I'm supposedly meeting my mother in town on Wednesday after going to the CPL to do some volunteer work. She rang me this evening to tell me that Nigel (husband 3 and a guy I actually like) and her had an argument whilst a friend was about, and the friend called the police. Long and short? Nigel was arrested a la domestic abuse preventative measure. Great. John is also being a git with Chloe...and my mother wonders why I got the hell out of that side of the family when I was 14. Jeez. Still, it's something I just have to grin and deal with. they're family, after all. I've composed a letter to Joan and Win, Chloe's grandparents, mostly to apologise for not staying in touch with them very well. The thing is, I've redone this letter about three times now. I don't want to sound patronising or snobbish. I'll get there eventually.
I've been thinking about taking a break from the 'net. Time to just relax and try to get some perspective back, y'know? I've been letting people crawl under my skin for a while now, as well as allowing it to detract time from a few things I need to get done, such as woodwork and the like. But mainly it would be to get away from people. Harsh, I know...but oh-so-needed.
