Monday was a Bank Holiday so lucky for me I didn’t have to blog.
We spent the 3-day weekend doing more things to get ready for our spawn, but also spent two nights in the Cotswolds as part of a group of people surprising our friend Matt for his birthday. His fiancée Trish organized it, replete with adorable share house in Moreton-in-Marsh. We had 8 Americans and 2 Brits which was helpful for when we had important questions like about the superiority of Heinz baked beans or whether they knew an adequate number of Billy Joel songs. And of course questions about language since we do speak a different language after all.
The Cotswolds are lovely and ridiculously beautiful as ever. This time of year the rapeseed paints whole fields bright yellow, similar to what we saw in Italy. Anyway, easily one of the best parts of all of England. I wrote about it when Bryan and I were there this past September and it’s interesting for me to reflect back now on what a nice weekend that was, and how I was pregnant then by just days if not minutes- and we didn’t know it. This time I was all belly all the time but our comrades were nice and fed me lots of chips/fries and didn’t get too drunk in front of me. It was more of a playing-Catchphrase-in-front-of-a-roaring-fire type weekend. It was happy all around and nice for one last little getaway.
And shout out to my mother Renee. A beautiful woman person mother daughter wife friend citizen is celebrating her birthday today and Cinco de Mayo should thank its lucky stars to be in such company.