Bank Holiday Monday

*Disclaimer… this post may or may not contain generalised sweeping statements*

Basically activities on an English Bank Holiday Monday can be split into four categories:

1) Gardening

2) Queuing in a car on a motorway/queuing in a car to enter an overpriced attraction

3) DIY

4) A good old family get together

I specifically do all I can to avoid number two and four choosing at all costs to stay at home and where possible refrain from having to pretend to like these  people who creep from the woodwork in the name of family at the merest hint of an all day buffet (yes the type with boiled egg dolloped with mayonnaise and sprinkled with paprika… possible a chicken drumstick with a frilly attachment to the foot end).

So therefore I plumped firstly for category one gardening, however pregnant gardening is no fun.  It involves strolling around the garden wearing gloves and pointing whilst muttering vague instructions as to what needs doing. I set out with such grand schemes of neatening and cutting back and general tidying up of the whole space. (Why yes I have visited tidy garden friends just recently… can you possibly tell?).  However after a wander and a count up of just how may different species of wildlife there is in our overgrown garden sorry wildlife haven. Including five types of bee, frogs, toads, snails, many types of butterflies, hover flies a scuttling hedgehog, crickets, shield bugs, leather jackets, spiders…. As you can imagine with two such bug interested children as mine this took quite a while. I decided it was probably best just to cut the middle part of the lawn so as not to loose the children as they fight their way through to the slide.  The rest I’ve left to nature

However leaving the garden to nature doesn’t exactly fill a day now does it?  So I opted to take part in a little of category three and painted the hall, well the first coat, doesn’t pay to rush these things….  And why is it that you just have no appreciation whatsoever as to how dirty your house really truly is until you decide to paint it?

Only when you’re within paintbrush distance from the hall wall can you see that hmmm perhaps someone may have sploshed coffee up the wall at sometime and neglected to wipe it away… hmmm perhaps the children eat just a little too much chocolate and daub their chocolate covered fingers at child height en-route to the bathroom (unless… the brown isn’t chocolate after all and the daubing occurred on the return journey from the bathroom… I won’t smell…) And hmmm perhaps the dog needs to learn to walk without leaning her mud coated back all the way along the bottom of the hall wall as she enters the house…

But why oh why have I not seen this before? Why up until today did I walk into my house and think ahhh just needs a quick hoover and the windows opening… freshen it up?

So with category one and three taken care of, two and four omitted… what is there left to do on a Bank Holiday Monday? Drink cider, tidy a draw, watch the Sound of Music…

So which category did you fall into?