Sweet, Sweet Sunshine.....

"Sunshine on my shoulders makes me happy". My lovely friend Neil Martin posted that on FB a week ago. How right he is. I usually spend the winter in mourning for the sunshine. This winter has been a difficult one for me. Nope! I'm not having a whinge, just telling it like it is. I live in Bodmin, deliberately.... pretty far South but the bloody snow found me, the Arctic winds and stupidly low temperatures! Hello!!! I only live here, as anything North of Cheltenham (Donut Town) is far too cold for me. Yes I am a Southern Softy and proud of it. Throughout all my travels, I have pinged back to the West Country. It's my dad, you see....he hates the cold and has indoctrinated us, all five of his kids are sunshine worshippers.

So WHY? Am I living in the UK, I hear you ask. Simple really, I am a Northern Celt, I can deal with anything but heat 365/24/7 sits rather unnaturally with me. I love the seasons, love to garden (one handed|) and love to snuggle in the winter. Hummpphh, that is when we had seasons! But I am so grateful for the recent weather. I woke up and despite being ill with a bad sinus infection,  I dragged myself out to soak up those beautiful rays.

The world around me has changed, windows open, happy faces, people communicating, less road rage (honest.. she says) and lots of stripey red people! The Git has been very good, despite his weight, he has been drinking a lot of water, skateboarding, running, playing tennis and slapping on the sun cream.  We are all so content when the sun shines.

I have had a couple of great days with the boys. The Git and his mate Dan, built a barbecue out of bricks and delighted in doing so. I was on hand to give them 'Donut Child' advice. When the wind finally got the better of the BBQ, I broke out the little camping gas stove and the boys fried their own burgers. Soft rolls, ketchup and two little boys happily munching away. Bliss....

So WHY? like my father don't I want to emigrate to a sunnier place. The sunnier, erm much sunnier place is OZ. I suppose Cyprus, where I spent 13 years is a lost cause because of the huge development on the island and it is unrecognizable to me. I wish it had stayed the same, as all of us Donut children do.  Dad, Sian and James (daughter and son) want to live in OZ. Mum is not so sure. My lovely brother Greg and sister Jax have made a life in Oz. I think Greg was actually born an Australian, he has taken to it, like a duck to water. My lovely sis Jax is not so sure and still finding her feet.

I don't want to upset you Aussies out there but NO! NO! NO! I am a travelling Brit, not an Aussie! I am proud of my country, despite the difficult situation we find ourselves in. We may be a small Island but we (just) have a big voice. There are a few of us true  Brits around. Lets hope we have a great summer and get our act together. There is no better place to live.....admit it you ex-pats!

Be Careful out there.

Muse x

This Blog is dedicated to 'My Lovely Aunt Pauline'. She always looked after me as a child and is laying in a hospital waiting for a surgeon to operate on her smashed arm. I hope you have a talented surgeon, a wonderful anaesthetist and very sympathetic ward nurses.