Tuesday 7 July 2015

Mmm, lovely early start this morning. We got the catamaran from Portsmouth over to Cherbourg, bit of a choppy crossing. Daddy and I entertained ourselves with a rather pathetic attempt at I spy. And then we drove, and drove and drove. We finally got home at about midnight.

Monday 6 July 2015

I've spent all day procrastinating, I hate packing. And unpacking for that matter, wouldn't it be great if you could just click your fingers and everything was sorted. So instead of packing we played croquet.

Sunday 5 July 2015

Today Thea and I helped out at Henry's birthday party, which was an experience. 16 eight year old boys running around the place was a bit of a handful, but everyone had a great time, I think tug of war at the end was everyone's favourite.

Saturday 4 July 2015

Lovely relaxed day today chez Berry. I've been picking the lavender which I'm going to dry and put into some little bags that I've made. I love the smell of lavender; I can't imagine anyone who doesn't really.

Friday 3 July 2015

I think it's safe to say that today the world witnessed my finest hour (in croquet). There I was, moving in for the win, but Daddy had other intentions, and kept sending me out into the boarders, when, on my last chance to still be crowned winner, I hit the post from what felt like miles away (although it was probably a little closer than that). All in all, what we can all take away from this is that I am a winner, who is also really good at croquet.

Thursday 2 July 2015

This afternoon I went over to babysit Henry and Cordelia again, my two favourite cousins under the age of 10. We went swimming  and played with Alfie, who is getting bigger and bigger every time I see him.

Wednesday 1 July 2015

Well if I thought yesterday was hot, then today was, well, hotter. And today of all days I was working in London, not really where you want to be. I mean ideally I'd be by the side of a pool in the Caribbean but what can you do. So today I was waitressing for an event at an art gallery in Peckham. Aside from it possibly being the sweatiest experience of my life, it was actually really good, I met some lovely people and it was great to be a part of the event (even if I hadn't been invited).

Unfortunately today my mind was on other things, and I only thought about my picture at the train station on the way home, by which time I was about to keel over so apologies for the photo, but then again, some may say it's artistic...