Sunday, 26 October 2014

Temporal shifts...

Since I have been responsible for the upbringing of a supreme being, it has never ceased to amaze me how little 'time' I now have. I remember having evenings. Evenings where I could cook a wonderful meal if I chose. Evenings where I could fritter time away mending things or watching the latest film release. Now an evening lasts roughly between 9.15pm and 9.45pm. That's the 30 minutes after putting the supreme being to bed and finishing those things on the 'must do' list (the 'could do' list having being thrown out some while ago), and before collapsing exhausted into bed. And it doesn't take much to throw those 30 minutes right out the window.

Those were the 30 minutes when the blog was often written. And it seems the last 4 weeks have seen a temporal shift which used all those 30 minutes with a trip to Banchory to see Nana and Baba; a trip to High Wycombe to see the Southern Rookes for my niece's 18th (another temporal shift of a different kind); a very bad tooth infection for Mummy; and, quite crucially in eating up all our time, was selling our flat and being left with the daunting prospect of homelessness to use up the spare minutes desperately searching for a place to rent before we went on holiday at the end of October. We did it...just. With only a few hours to spare. It really doesn't take a lot to use up the little time you have left when you have an increasingly active and defiant nearly 2 year-old supreme being in tow. So apologies for the delay, but in my little families hierarchy of needs sorting a roof over our head became Daddy's number one priority. Below is a photo archive for the last 4 weeks to keep you up to speed with the life of Rookes. Normal business will hopefully resume with the next post about our trip to Spain.

 Blending in with nature

 Playground fun (Part 1)

 All aboard with Nana and Baba

 Out-swinging Nana

 Playground fun (Part 2)

Crazy bouncing space hoppers

 The Southern Rookes

 A giggling birthday girl with Grandma and Grandad

 Chloe with her best-looking uncle

18 years old - where did the years go?