Let the holidays begin!

I know I have actually been on holiday for a fortnight now but it is only this morning that I bounced out of bed feeling like me again. So many of us get so ground down by work and worries that we sleepwalk through the weeks, wishing for a little lie in and a little peace.

Well I am glad to report I am awake! Ready for any hedonistic opportunities that may come my way. Yes the weather is decidedly wet but that meant I made a roaring hot curry and a roaring hot fire last night. We went to Uncle Larry`s funeral last week which was heartbreakingly sad but the day was awash with tears and tender moments. Great big dockers hugging one other and telling each other that they loved them.The priest was epic. He said that we would have all been telling stories about Larry in the days after he died, which was true. Then he asked a robust question to such a vulnerable wet eyed congregation. "What are you going to do with all the stories?" When challenged if it would just be "business as usual tomorrow?" or given the option to take the best bits of Larry`s story on earth and weave it into our own tale I chose the latter.

We all have our own story. Home is where it begins which is why I don`t spend my money on fancy holidays or cars I can`t afford. My children`s stories will have the very best beginning I can fashion for them...the middle and end will be up to them. If ever I come across a difficult person, which in my house is often, I remind myself they all have a different story to me and I let it go rather than linger on the sad or bad bits.
That`s the brilliant thing about life, your story is your own, you can write an epic, or a thriller or a romance everyday through the kind deeds you do and more often through the unkind deeds you don`t do.

My brother Leo gave me a bike at the weekend, a wonderful kind thing to do , because now I`m raring to go and fully awake. The next bit of my own story will be about biking up mountains with my special ones, chains falling off and puncture repair kits no doubt.That`s life , you`ve got to get rid of your stabilisers first, the things you think protect you but only really hold you back and stop you from bombing down the hills with your hair in a kip and flies up your nose feeling fully alive and awake calling out "WHEEEEE!"


Hairy Clarey`s biker`s Breakfast
Comfort and joy - eat the food then enjoy the ride.
Toast a bagel and butter it quickly top it with a few slices of Parma ham , a poached egg and a few shavings of fresh parmesan cheese. Accompany  with a pint of Earl grey tea and some sugar lumps then go for a ride on your bike, put your beret on your saddle for extra comfort.