The best coffee in Mosman (and further) found at The Source. Love being a regular!
Arghhhh! If I have ever craved a glass of wine since the 12th April (and I have, believe me I have) I have never craved one like I do tonight. Thankfully Andrew has taken the boys to rugby training at which there is a bar and bbq so I don’t have to stand watching the other parents enhance the rugby experience with a drink (oh the times I have done that – Kelso Rugby Club, Murrayfield Car Park, Melrose 7’s, endless pubs in Edinburgh, feel free to add to this list).
The bottle of Prosecco that is in our fridge will be given away tomorrow since it has begun to speak to me, “mmm, , drink me, just imagine the lovely icy fizziness, you know you want to, no-one will know…” (not terribly imaginative this bottle, and it makes up words) apart from I will and that’s enough. I am many things including weak when it comes to self-control generally but I feel so accountable doing this, both to all the wonderful people who have supported and sponsored me and of course to Darcy. Thankfully I definitely got the gift of tenacity from both my parents so when I do something… Roll on the 12th May however!
I’ve been thinking about community today, and how far I’ve come in terms of feeling settled in just a few months. A lot of you will know that I have a tendency to over-think things and there is no doubt I have done it with the whole expat situation. I’ve even been known to bring my post-colonial and anthropological learning into the discussion, applying the idea of ‘the other’ to myself and the boys. It has really concerned me that they and I will not share a cultural identity should we choose to remain away from the UK.
I am not yet entirely at peace with this however I have decided to put this to one side for now and simply enjoy living in Mosman. We are truly blessed to live in a place which affords us easy access to every amenity and facility we require or desire (just a pity it’s not more affordable). The boys are settled into the most wonderful schools, both of which have such strong community values and which we really feel a part of and now have some lovely friends through. To supplement this I joined the social committee and coerced Andrew into being on the management committee of the Northern Nursery School. Turns out I chose the wrong committee, we meet in the mornings with children in tow as opposed to the evenings with wine in hand…hmm, I sense a theme to this post.
We met a lovely lady on the ferry last weekend who has lived in Mosman for thirty years and who told me she met most of her close friends when their children were around this age. I suggested that we all live for the Friday evening wine with children’s supper and she replied ‘And what about the Monday to Thursday wines?’ A kindred spirit and great example that we are not all dreadful old soaks as we feared.
My sense of belonging was shaken a little this morning when I found that a nasty note had been shoved under our front door. In it, some nutter from the flats which overlook our back garden accused the boys of waking her up (we’re assuming female from the handwriting) every morning at 6am (when it is still dark and the boys are still in bed) and then a line later expresses her pity for said annoying boys since they have a mother who shouts. Show me the mother of three very lively boys under 6 who never has cause to shout and I’ll promise not to drink for a bloody year. What a cheek! Talk about not having enough in your own life to worry about. Andrew made me report the old bag to the police who said I should have phoned and they would have come round in order that the perp (ha ha!) might have seen them and therefore would know we’d reported her. What a cowardly thing to do and the last thing I need.
Phew. Now I need a drink more than ever.
Running wise my lovely friend Chris, a chiropractor whose son Hugo is Sam’s bestie, re-aligned my ankles (I think that’s what she said) and I now have orthotic insoles in my trainers…fingers, or rather toes, crossed I’ll be able to run a bit more in the last week I have to train.
Darcy is at home recovering from the immunotherapy treatment that was really brutal last week. Wee soul, it is just so much for anyone to go through, let alone a child. As a Mum I imagine it must be utterly heart-breaking to watch. I feel it physically in my gut when I think about the Wilson family and what they are all going through, they show such bravery and determination always with a ready smile. Simply amazing.
Fan-bloody-tastic effort everyone! We have made it to the $500 mark which was the initial goal. I’m upping it to $700 by next Sunday, can we do it? Yes we can!
Link to Doing it for Darcy http://www.facebook.com/DoingItForDarcyNz?fref=ts
Link to fundraising page https://www.youcaring.com/other/doing-it-for-darcy/54263