Jealousy is a terrible thing, and I am sooo jealous. I have been away staying with my ex-jobshare, at her newly built cottage, in a picturesque part of the West Country and visiting the birth unit she is now working ‘bank’ at. How wonderful to have a ‘chocolate box’ cottage, complete with a stream running through the front garden. The joy of going to the shops and walking along the sea-front to get there. The luxury of being able to pick and choose when to work, and when you do go to work being able to provide the care you dream of being able to provide, within an environment the women describe as being like a high class hotel.
Then we drove home, 3 1/2 hours. On the way I phoned son to see how they were getting on as they were having Jack and Izzy whilst their Mummy and Daddy went to watch MotoGP. Daughter-in-law had gone for a lie down whilst Son cooked dinner, Jack had asked if he could go and snooze with her, so they were asleep together. Izzy was ‘helping’ her Uncle to prepare dinner and demanding frequent kisses and I realised then that nothing could ever replace the closeness of our family and the priceless rewards of it and I would lose that if we moved away.
Just think though, if it was you in that picturesque cottage, you couldn’t realax when your grand children came to visit, not with that stream running through the front garden 😉
I have often thought and even researched into moving to Canada but I just couldn’t be that far away from family. Although we have no family near us now, we can be with them in under 3 hours if they need us.
I know my mother desperately misses seeing her two grand children growing up (ages 5 and 2) and wishes she could see them more. Unfortunately, due to the lack of visits, my children aren’t particularly close to her and are not happy to be left in her sole care, which is quite sad really.
Jessio – I thought that, especially as the little bridge over it didn’t have any rails etc. I know how lucky I am to be so close to all my children and grandchildren, Hubby would love to move to Spain, you can imagine my response!
…and, I might point out, that you have a FANTASTIC house – one which, as well you know, I have long coveted and admired. Your garden in a thing of true beauty (albeit hard work) and the rest of the house is full of “wonderful things” to quote Carter when he stuck his head into Tutankhamen’s tomb for the first time – an appropriate analogy.
Plus Deer amongst the shrubbery – d e e r. We have drunks amongst ours in MK. 🙂
punctuation – The contents is are the only thing my house has in common with King Tut’s tomb, the dust and is the other! To much gardening, not enough housework. As for the deer, I’m thinking of taking up deer-stalking.
Just imagine, a brook babbling in front of your house, so romantic.