What do you do when your life is collapsing around you?
Go on holiday and forget it all for a few days!
So we went back to Suffolk to see our families and cuddle my boy and his husband.
We also spent time with both of our parents, Phil's nephew, sister & brother & my aunt,
We were only gone 72 hours, but in that time we drove 16 hours, slept for 14 hours.
Visited 3 pubs (including The Jolly Sailor at Orford as seen in the photo above)
Visited 2 beaches, Walberswick above where a stone/tooth/finger incident occurred.
Plus 5 hours in casualty, there was an incident with a stone, Siri's mouth and Phil's finger. Siri ended up with a chipped canine that sliced Phil's finger badly enough to need stitches.
Moral of the story is always make sure Siri is sitting in front of you and waiting before you throw anything.
We both waited patiently outside for 5 hours while Phil waited patiently inside, only to be told they couldn't stitch his finger because it was an animal injury.
Beach number 2 was Shingle Street (our old home). You can almost see our old house in the trees across the marshes
And then we drove home, luckily the 18 mile traffic jam was on the other side of the M25.
On Sunday it was Bert's 7th birthday, his 2 uncles gave him an iguana and great Grandad gave him a remote controlled model boat.
The iguana ate fish & chips with us on Ilfracombe harbour beach and the model boat in the words of Bert is the best present in the world.
Now I'm back to the depressing job of packing our lives in boxes, while we desperately try and find somewhere to live.
No drawings last week except for a couple of badly drawn quick sketches, however I will be at the Lyn Valley Market at Lynton Town Hall on Saturday.
Please come and say Hi, but please no sympathy unless you want a flood of tears.
