The Lake and Rehab

Squidge and I are flying solo this weekend so yesterday we headed out for a girls lunch. I took her up to Hollingworth Lake as it was a childhood fave of mine and we had lunch by the lake and watched the boats.

Unfortunately she is in a particularly foul mood at the moment (tired, traumatised from hospital, in need of her Mum - theories abound!) so nothing pleased her and I was quite worn out by the end of it.

We drove up to Mum and Dad's for the night to stay as Angus is holidaying with his parents for a few days in Murcia. It was so nice to be there (despite the little terror that accompanied me). A problem shared and all that.

Got her bathed and in bed as early as possible and watched Strictly with a brew. Had a couple of things on my mind lately so ended up having a late discussion with Mum and Dad, airing my problems. When we were younger and something was wrong we'd always head to my parents farm. We joked it was like rehab. They feed you, let you sleep in and built you back up. Which is exactly what they did.