Today the boys and I escaped manic monday madness by inviting ourselves to new friends A. and H's house (over the hill and far away - or 13 minutes on the bus!) The boys played in padding pool, we drank tea, put the world to rights and laughed a lot.
We were sitting at the bus stop waiting for our bus home when we all saw a green tractor - great excitement all round, we pointed it out to boys.
I then said: "We saw a tractor in Stauffacher the other day" - (in my head this came out completely normally, Stauffacher is our local area)
Andrea starts laughing and asks why I am doing a "I've got a brand new combine harvester" routine ie west country local yokel voice. Me, "I'm not" But obviously the tractor had unlocked some unconcious compartment of my soul, desperate to reclaim by Bristol / west country heritage.
This appeared to both of us to be so completely silly and ridiculous, that we set off in hysterics. At one point I was laughing silently with tears pouring down my cheeks. Whenever we recovered, A would just stay "Stauffacher" in a Bristol accent and we would collapse. And our three little boys just stared and stared at their mad mothers roaring with laughter.
Long story short - in the midst of tiring, wearying days, there is nothing like a friend, a belly laugh, tears rolling down your face and a reason to write a blog on a subject other than my boys!