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Lost in Newcastle on Mother’s Day

So anyway my Mother’s Day was a total washout.

It’s been a long week. I’ve had the most shocking, hacking cough for the best part of 8 weeks, coughing up seeming lakes of green concrete every morning and throughout the day, feeling weaker and weaker, absolute zero interest in life…..which is hard when you have a 4 year old to entertain. So I went to see the doctor finally, and HURRAY for AMOXYCILLIN! I felt, overnight, like I had my life back. And I’ve been getting better and better all week.

To return to last Sunday…..we should have been at the Lost Castle just outside Penrith, at Lowther Castle, for my son’s best friend’s birthday party. Sadly the Beast from the East put an end to that day. Fortunate for us in some respects as my son had a temperature.

Up and down all Sunday and Monday, no other symptoms and totally normal by Tuesday morning when I packed him off to nursery. 2pm and a call to collect him. My poor, poor boy was shattered and burning up…..onset tonsilitis and he’s battled it all week. Foul tasting penicillin he has swallowed with, at most, the mention that I might have picked up the wrong medicine, rolls eyes…..silly Mummy.

Sunday dawns, and secretly I had wanted to go to the Lakes all week. Mmmm a walk alongside Elterwater, cakes in Chesters and a stroll back….one of my ideal ways to spend an afternoon. No, poorly husband. Burning up was no understatement. He has slept all day and is shocking.

Boy slept a good few hours too during the day, long enough for me to fill 6 garden bags with ivy…..that bastard ivy, that bastard bastard ivy. OK I apologise but I REALLY HATE IT!

Short of napalm I have no idea how you rid your garden of it effectively. Still, at least now I can see my photinia, wygela florida variegata and sambuca black lace (elderberry).

So, not all bad. I have been screaming inside for a day of real fresh air, biting Lakeland air, the smell of Lake District air….there’s nothing like it, I swear to god it can heal anything…..I digress.

So my great friend and saviour of all things lost these days….Mark Freeman captured these beauties today, on a weekend to Newcastle to see my other two favourite Freeman men.

Newcastle loss

I particularly like the 2 for 1-ness of this picture!

newcastle loss 2

Not sure which bit I find more depressing about this one – the decrepit roof or the lonesome trainer. Lost shoes always give me the creeps for some reason.

newcastle loss 3

Ah the lost mitten, saluting the day from his spike, my favourite loss of all.

Much love to all the mums out there celebrating today, I hope you had a lovely day. If you’re missing your mum, I send my thoughts and best wishes, if you aren’t a mum and want to be, don’t give up, I didn’t and it’s worth all the laughs and worrying! If you aren’t a mum and never wanted to be one I hope today hasn’t been a cringe fest for you and that you had a blast doing something else!