Tonight, whilst the husband and I were trying to eat our dinner:
The 3 year old was crying because she has sore lips – but won’t let us put any vaseline etc on them – so not sure how we’re going to address that.
The 4 year old was trying to write a book. Given she can only spell a few words, this required spelling out (phonetically) every word (as with her current spelling ability it would otherwise have been a somewhat boring book about Evie, Mummy, Daddy and poo……….)
The 11 year old needed help writing her French homework to her new (male!) pen pal in Grenoble. She had forbidden us from assisting with Google translate – but had not banned me from Whatsapp-ing my best friend who lives in the French Alps! My friend’s 6 and 9 year old bi-lingual children thought it was hilarious that I was messaging to confirm how to say ‘I am a girl’ in French! But my ‘A’ in GCSE French was a long time ago, and I’m not drinking at the moment and my French ability is directly proportional to my alcohol consumption!! My liver is still glad I went to Sydney and not Paris on secondment with the accountancy firm I used to work for.
The 10 (I did just write 9 until my niece pointed out he had a birthday last week) year old was doing a maths worksheet about prime numbers. The husband didn’t know what a prime number was until I explained that it’s a number that only divides by 1 and itself (every day’s a school day!) He then realised that at the grand old age of 43 he was in his prime. Boom……..
I have my Mother to thank for this in terms of the blog post title and the photograph!!
Having seen my proposed career change last week at Bluestone from accountant to assassin – she and Dad found this when visiting Attingham Park National Trust property on Friday!
Not sure 8 guineas a year would keep me in gin ……………
We’d done Centerparcs on a number of occasions – in fact child number 4 was conceived at Longleat – and we wondered if we’d go full circle and she’d be born there too when we returned for the husband’s 40th with friends and family 36 weeks later. The husband very helpfully pointed out that the animal keepers at the next door safari park would have lots of experience of delivering babies whilst I was looking for the nearest hospital just in case. We looked at Centerparcs for February 2015 half term and the prices were extortionate – so we thought we’d try other options.
One friend has raved about Bluestone in Pembrokeshire, Wales for years – but I have to confess to thinking she might not be completely independent as she’s Welsh!! However, a number of other friends have visited in the last 12 months and have all said how great it is (and are all English!) – so we thought we’d give it a go as it was less than half the price of Centerparcs for this particular week.
We booked 2 lodges next to each other and headed off with my sister and her family, my parents, us 6 and our wonderful nanny.
Our 2 lodges in the Welsh sunshine
Interesting (not actually that interesting really) fact for people travelling to South Wales from Birmingham – the husband went M5 / M4 – I went M5 / M50 / M4 – and after both stopping at services once, we bumped into each other (not literally – that would have taken some explaining to the insurance company) at Cardiff Gate on the M4.
We had paid extra for early check in at 1pm rather than the standard 4pm. Unfortunately housekeeping didn’t have one of our lodges on the early list. So we all camped out in one and had lunch there whilst the other lodge was prepared. I called guest services – and they said they would refund the extra cost I’d paid. Within 2 hours I’d had a handwritten note apologising, confirming the refund and delivering 2 bottles of wine – now that’s what I call customer service!!
The lodges are great! They don’t have the add on luxuries of some of the swish ones at Centerparcs (no games room or hot tub or sauna) but are really well appointed and have all the kitchen utensils etc you could need (although the frying pans aren’t non stick – so that made pancake day ‘fun’!!) My guess is they fall somewhere between the luxury end and standard end of Centerparcs (not that I’ve ever stayed in anything but swanky at Longleat or Sherwood Forest!!)
The views from our lodge were amazing. There was a real feeling of space between lodges – you definitely didn’t feel on top of each other.
The view from our lodge in Preseli View
We’d also paid for a Welcome Hamper to be delivered – and a cake for our son whose birthday was during our stay. Apart from being delivered to the wrong lodge (our own fault for having 2 I guess!) it was great.
The activities were brilliant. Some of the party did Sky Wires, more of us did Woodland Warriors and then Catapault. The staff were friendly and fun.
The photos are a bit like ‘Where’s Wally?’One of the very high Sky WiresLoading the trebuchet (not quite as big as Warwick Castle)
My particular favourite was Woodland Warriors – basically laser quest through the woods.
Our team – the Killer LeeksThe husband taking it seriously!!My brother in law’s military training (mending helicopters) wasn’t that helpful…..
In fact I loved it so much I am no longer going to be an accountant, I’m going to be an assassin!!! (And as a friend on Facebook pointed out – probably most assassins are self employed – so at least I’d be able to do my own tax return…….)
Assassin v accountant?!
We also ‘enjoyed’ the Adventure Centre on one of our wet days – when it was very busy. There is a softplay for the littlies, and then an adventure playground type wooden structure that you’d expect outside. There are some arcade games, mini golf, a bouncy castle – and then The Big Four – The Swing, The Drop, The Wall and The Skytrail. My eldest daughter and her 14 year old cousin did all 4 and loved them – the only complaint would be the seeming lack of instructors meant they had to wait quite a long time (literally 30 minutes even though they were first in the queue) to go on them. But it was a wet day, and the middle of the day – so peak busy time I guess.
Mounting The SwingThe swing being released!Climbing ‘The Wall’Waiting for ‘The Drop’Eldest daughter, son and niece on the Sky Trail. Not crying.
My 10 year old decided he wanted to do the Sky Trail again – but no one else would do it with him – so despite being scared of heights, I volunteered – there were loads of little kids doing it, surely it couldn’t be that frightening?!? WHAT AN ERROR OF JUDGEMENT!!! It was PETRIFYING.
Just starting the Sky Trail – and swearing
My arms are now black and blue with bruises from clinging to a cargo net for dear life. I stood crying on one platform (although my husband thinks this was a ruse to get a hunky instructor to come and rescue me!) and then it took me about 10 minutes to psyche myself up for the final zipwire (which was about 20 feet – and nothing compared to what the others had done on the Skywires the previous day!).
10 year old deserting me to the DOOM of the Sky Trail
Given the weight limit on the course, the only member of our party who could have rescued me at the zipwire was our 3 year old – so I had to suck it up and be brave – but I will NEVER do it again!! (I should point out at this point that the kids loved it, and don’t have a bruise on them – it’s just not the right thing for an overweight, height-phobic, 40 year old to do!!)
Being rescued by a hunky instructor (young enough to be my son!)Quaking with fearFinally braving the zip wire
The pool area is a little dated – and could do with a good paint to get rid of some of the rust (but this is obviously a problem with chlorinated water – even the water park at the 5 star hotel we went to in Dubai at New Year had rust issues!!) I was also surprised that the general public were also allowed in as well as Bluestone guests. The pool itself is not huge – and there is a bit of a void for children from about 3 years up to 110cm tall (when they can go on the rapids / slides) – so I can imagine some youngsters getting a bit bored. Sometimes when it was very busy we had problems finding a changing room / locker / queuing for slides. The fact that lots of lockers were out of order didn’t help. My only photo of the pool area is of our youngest having a strop in there – in fact it was suggested by a Facebook friend that we could have an A-Z of places that she’s stropped – so here are a few just from this trip!!
C for changing roomsS for stocksF for fence
The shop is quite small and certain things aren’t easy to buy (dishwasher tablets being an example, you can only get them in packs of 3) but there is an amazing array of beer and wine – so the husband was happy!! It’s not cheap (£46.25 for a bottle of Veuve Cliquot champagne – good job we brought a crate with us!!)
We also stumbled upon (literally – there had been prosecco involved!) a vending machine selling mlik / butter etc – how ingenious! (From a distance we thought it sold wine – not that we needed any more anyway!!)
The dairy vending machine
You can hire golf carts here to get around the park. They seat 4 adults and 2 kids – so couldn’t fit all of our party – but were very useful for running around the little people and OAPs. (Mum will take exception to this as she walked everywhere!) The only negative is the lack of charging points – there was only one in front of our group of about 12 lodges – and people would ‘bagsy’ them overnight meaning no one else could charge – so on one occasion we had to take it down to a charging point in the village itself to be juiced up.
On the golf buggy
We used the takeaway service on the first night and it was excellent – the pizzas were HUGE (we saved the leftovers and they fed us all for lunch the next day!) On the Wednesday evening we went to Smokey Joe’s Shindig down at Camp Smokey! This was great fun – and involved dancing on the tables, and eating fab BBQ food. We all really enjoyed it – and the brown team were the best (** this is the face paint, we weren’t all just minging **)
Dancing on the tables at Smokey Joe’s ShindigWe were the brown team!
The only other venue we ate at on site was when my sister and I and our husbands went to the fine dining option ‘Carreg Las’. I had been told by someone it has the air of a business convention building – and it does. No real atmosphere at all – and quite purple, so we were expecting Lenny Henry to pop up at any time!! But what it lacked in atmosphere it made up for in customer service and great food and wine.
Bluestone also benefits from the nearby beautiful countryside and coastline. We took advantage of a sunny afternoon to head of to Tenby beach, half an hour away.
Tenby selfie
I am not a massive fan of the beach in summertime (sand gets everywhere) but even I quite like it when fully welly-booted up!
Welly boots + sand
Although my 13 year old nephew did strip down to his pants…………
In the sea, in just pants, in February!
So in summary, we had a fantastic few days away. I would say that Bluestone is the much cheaper, more laidback, less frantic, more relaxed, Welsh cousin of Centerparcs. It’s definitely on our list to revisit.
Note – this is not a sponsored post, we paid for our trip and everything we did whilst we were there – I just like to overshare!!
Just a few chapters in I knew I was going to enjoy this book as the reference points were bang on for me! I too have had a shopping fail due to the light being too dark in certain trendy stores (in the book Charlotte mistakes a navy sweatshirt for black, in my case I bought my 11 year old daughter a top with swearing on it!!) and I also concur that Forever 21 stores are enormous and you need to have a map to escape (I actually had to ask for help to find my way out of one last year!!)
This is what Amazon had to say about it:
“A warm, funny read for fans of Outnumbered and the novels of Fern Britton, Fiona writes about life as it really is.
“Midlife crisis? WHAT midlife crisis?!”
Charlotte Bristow is worried about her husband Will. With her 16-year-old daughter Rosie newly signed to a top modelling agency, and Will recently out of a job, things are changing in their household.
As Will dusts down his old leather trousers and starts partying with their new, fun neighbours, Charlotte begins to wonder what on earth is going on.
So when Fraser, Charlotte’s ex – and father of Rosie – suddenly arrives back on the scene, she starts to imagine what might have been…”
I did enjoy this a lot. It’s not intellectually challenging, nor emotionally draining – but it’s an easy read with some great ‘laugh out loud’ moments (in fact I was told off by my 3 year old for making her bed rock with my LOLing when she was trying to go to sleep!!)
I will definitely be investigating Fiona Gibson’s other books – and this is out in paperback next week if you’re a traditional reader!
So the boy turns 10 today. Finally caught up in years the weight he was in pounds at birth! Yep – he was 10lbs 4oz and was delivered naturally!! I’d gone in to discuss being induced as he was late (he was due before my Dad’s 60th – but arrived afterwards – I was obvs sweetness and light and not at all a moody mare at Dad’s birthday celebrations……) and they told me I was in the early stages of labour and so sent me home. So husband and I went to the pub for lunch and a glass of wine (whilst I was having contractions – as you do!) and then headed back to the hospital in the late afternoon. The midwives seemed to think I was dealing with all fine and just left me – without examining me. I then suddenly felt like I needed to push – and was still wearing my tights! Now Daphne in Neighbours may have been able to give birth through maternity tights (early 90s soap reference there!) – but it is definitely not the norm. Quick exam (won’t be too graphic here) but he was on his way. This was at 6.50pm and we were watching Hollyoaks. At 7pm – in the midst of pushing – I made sure the channel was turned over for Emmerdale – priorities and all that. A few minutes later out came our son. He was still in the sac and wasn’t breathing. It was horrific. The emergency button was pressed and like a scene in ER the room filled with staff who quickly sorted him out for which I am eternally grateful.
We’d found out at the 20 week scan that there was something wrong with his kidneys – quite a common problem (and it had fixed itself before he was 6 weeks old) but this meant he immediately had to have antibiotics, and we couldn’t leave hospital until he’d done a wee in a test tube! Now there’s a photo that I won’t post on here (see, I can show some decorum!) Instead, here is his proud big sister coming to see him for the first time in hospital.
Today he is double figures – not my baby boy anymore (although don’t tell him I told you, but he still has ‘snuggle’ in his bed who is pictured with him above!) My boy is growing up into a handsome, charming, clever, witty, sporty, loving, caring, sometimes annoying, cheeky young man! He is a brilliant big brother, a slightly less brilliant little brother and our best ever son. (At which point he groans ‘I’m your only son Mum’ – but I never tire from saying it!) He is definitely a mini-me of his father – which could make for an interesting next decade!!
Happy Birthday handsome, love you bucket loads. xxxxx
The theme of The Photo Gallery this week is ‘light’ – and I immediately thought of this photo of the light going down on 2014. We were lucky enough to spend the New Year in Dubai – and this was the sun setting on New Year’s Eve from our balcony. There are no filters involved – I’m not clever enough to do anything like that!
It seemed such a perfect picture to end the year with (well, before the ones involving alcohol and dancing in the run up to midnight anyway!!)
This is my entry for this week’s Photo Gallery – do go and see how others have interpreted light.
D is my eldest daughter (11),
L is second child (9, but 10 next week!) and the only boy,
E is the 4 year old, who doesn’t feature in this tale, so must have been behaving well and eating nicely
G is the youngest at 3.
So, I am busy doing ‘Mummy jobs’ (putting away the washing / checking social media!) whilst the kids are eating their tea and I hear:
D: “Mummy, Mummy, L called me fat”
G: “You’re not fat D, it’s Mummy that’s fat.”
When I started this blog one of the things I wanted it to be was a record of stuff that the Price family get up to – so we’ve reviewed places we’ve been, taken ridiculous #wickedWednesday photos and done various brain dumps – but the blog does look like it might turn into a list of books I’ve read if I’m not careful.
So – before I forget – here are 2 bizarre things said by the littlest Price this week.
1. I asked her if she wanted me to do her hair, or if she wanted to do it herself. She looked at me, incredulously, and said ‘Mummy, I can’t do my own hair because my arms are attached to my body.’ Right! Must make sense if you’re 3!!
2. She watched me putting a chicken into the oven to roast for Sunday lunch to which she commented ‘Mummy, I don’t think that chicken likes being dead.’ There speaks a future vegetarian!!
I must try and remember to document more random musings of all of the kids (and maybe even reminisce about the older 2 so they don’t escape the ‘things you said as a toddler’ discussions in future years!)
I was lucky enough to be sent a copy of ‘The Book of You’ to review by the guys at Mumsnet.
And here’s what Amazon has to say:
“A terrifying psychological thriller about obsession and power, perfect for fans of Gone Girl and Before I Go to Sleep.
Clarissa is becoming more and more frightened of her colleague, Rafe. He won’t leave her alone, and he refuses to take no for an answer. He is always there.
Being selected for jury service is a relief. The courtroom is a safe haven, a place where Rafe can’t be. But as a violent tale of kidnap and abuse unfolds, Clarissa begins to see parallels between her own situation and that of the young woman on the witness stand.
Realizing that she bears the burden of proof, Clarissa unravels the twisted, macabre fairytale that Rafe has spun around them – and discovers that the ending he envisions is more terrifying than she could have imagined.”
From the outset I really enjoyed this – way more than Gone Girl – and mostly because you actually care about Clarissa and what is going to happen to her. The book has some chapters written in the first person, almost as diary entries – and others in the third person. I’m not sure it particularly adds anything to the book – but equally doesn’t distract.
It is very clever writing about Clarissa being stalked, but weaving in the plots of other women having similar issues. It makes you realise how difficult it can be for stalking victims to be believed.
Some of it is set in court where Clarissa is on jury service – and I enjoyed this having been through court proceedings myself a couple of years ago (thankfully no one was harmed before our trial apart from some sticklebacks – although they did prove to be very expensive sticklebacks for us – but that’s a whole other story!)
At times I did just want to shout at Clarissa ‘for goodness sake, please tell someone what’s going on’ – but you can understand how she wanted to gain enough evidence to be believed.
It really is a ‘just one more chapter, suddenly it’s 1am’ kind of book!
The book also cross references a number of fairy tales – I didn’t realise how dark some were – frightening. Think I’ll stick to the mainstream ones with my kids.
The ending is not what I expected at all – but I really respect Claire Kendal for that. I can’t say any more without giving it away – you’ll just have to read it yourself – and I would thoroughly recommend that you do!