I’m midway through a short-break, enjoying time off with the Ever Lovely Mrs J and our two not-so-small nippers. The break from work has been very welcome and I’m glad to not see the inside of a meeting room for a time 🙂
We’ve had a bit of an expensive month with house repairs, a replacement phone for Wee Man, and today the Hoover went pop. I’ve heard things come in threes, but this seems more like sixes 🙂
Still, we are all healthy and money is there to be spent. Certainly, there’s little point in hoarding it Smaug-style and lying about on a heap of cash. Woo, it that uncomfortable and I’d wager we’d run low on five pence pieces to make it look like more. No, give me a cosy bed and plenty of warm blankets and a duvet instead. Oh, and given the upstairs heating is off, a warm hat 🙂
So, much as the metaphorical night appears to be drawing in, I am – so to speak – looking to the stars. The broken things will be replaced or fixed, to be distant memories as time passes.
Little Miss and I went out on Halloween and met up with one of her school friends. The weather was kind to us and there was much chatter, laughter, and chocolate collected.
On a related note, last week someone asked me about what I get up to at Halloween. The quick answer is only family stuff. With Chameleons being my main ‘dressing up’ time and with family commitments, there isn’t really room for any cross-dressing shenanigans.
Besides, when I dress, much as I might be having fun, I’m dressing because that’s how I feel, rather than dressing to be a figure of fun – which I feel Halloween is. Plus, I’m not quite fabulous enough to do drag (being trans*), and I think both kids are of an age that they’d know my make-up skills and fashion choices are not just once a year. So there’s all of that plus the fact that Mrs J would also see me headed out and she’s never seen me in Lynn mode. There’s that balance between fun scary and Scary Mary. 🙂