I know this place is normally a constant source of joy, happiness, positivity and delight, but even I, the master of all those things am struggling not to stare down the barrel of winter’s gun and think, well, it’s all a bit shit isn’t it.
I could pap on about how dreadful infection and death rates are going to be over the winter and how the government until yesterday were using their “cross their fingers and hope it goes away” strategy to save us all, and what dreadful effects the new lockdown might have on the economy. As much as I am critical of the handling of this pandemic I do recognise the challenge of balancing the economy with the nation’s health. Add to all that the fact that nobody is seeing their Aunt Mabel this Christmas, which depending on your Aunt Mabel, might be a positive, I don’t know. Instead, well, frankly anything instead of that would probably be better received.
Well, let’s see, this week, some more Cast Members were laid off….nope, can’t do that……
How about America’s infection rates setting new records this week and hospitals there starting to become overwhelmed again so holidays seem a forlorn hope….nope…..not that either….
Erm, ah, of course, there is a beacon of joy and reason to be happy this week in the shape and form of my favourite little friend Freddie. He turns three tomorrow. Yep, three. Rebecca and Tom have taken him away for the weekend, having checked all of the relevant COVID rules etc, to Peppa Pig Land for a special Halloween celebration of his big day. I’m so pleased they got to celebrate with him before we go back into lockdown.
Here he is on Friday morning, ready for his Halloween party at nursery.
Because I am not doing negative things in this post I am not allowed to tell you how absolutely gutted we are that we weren’t able to take him to WDW last August and probably still won’t be able to in March, to blow his little mind with all the awesome stuff we could do. That will come I guess, so I won’t moan about that.
Hopefully, he is having a great time and we will see him tomorrow night for his birthday and the giving of presents. He is such a welcome and constant beam of light and happiness in our lives and for that, I am properly grateful.
Since I last mentioned him here he has mastered the potty thing, had about half a dozen different obsessions (currently it is Halloween, robots and dinosaurs, the latter being a constant for a while) and every time we see him, things are just that little bit better.
House wise, no news is being classed as good news right now. We await the survey on our new house to be done, which will hopefully get the mortgage approved and then we can start chasing solicitors to get stuff done asap. Hopefully, the latest lockdown won’t hamper progress too much. Whilst the process isn’t great, both in terms of the paperwork side of things and the horrors of decluttering which we are in the midst of, we are looking forward to the change, a new house and with it, a little more room, comfort and good things, which right now, are the gold nuggets we are all digging for.
During said painful decluttering, in our cellar, which was a museum to our past life, I came across a USB memory stick. Before ruthlessly throwing it out as I am doing with 90% of the stuff down there, I risked plugging it into the laptop to see what was on it. At some point in the past, I seem to have shoved a load of old analogue photographs onto it, including most of them from our 1980 “first-ever” Florida holiday. You’ve seen a good few so I’ll leave those for another time. Instead, let me leave you this week with some absolute belters from the bowels of Williams family history.
If you can’t work it out, my Mum is in the green dress, with a family friend who we went away with and two Spanish waiters. This is summer 1976, on a holiday in Spain before we figured out that WDW was better. That is some suntan is it not?
From the same holiday here is my Dad with my brother and me. It blows my mind that I am about twelve years older now than my Dad was in this picture. Emily always says he looks like a mafia boss in these pictures.
And as I pointed out to Rebecca earlier this week, this last one shows where Freddie gets his good looks from. This is me and my brother with some frankly, quite poor gifts from Santa, I’m guessing in about 1974. My brother has some extraordinary pants on.
If nothing else, these history lessons show that time marches on very quickly and these shitty depressing times will too. At some point in the future, we will look back on them with a mixture of disdain, despair and manic laughter. I will probably yearn for the ability to work from home full-time, whilst booking all those extra WDW holidays to make up for the ones we missed.
Oh, and in the spirit of positivity, we’ve had a change here at the Mkingdon blog and spruced up the look a bit. I hope you like it.
Till the next time….
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Thank you for cheering up my Sundays.
That’s lovely of you. Thank you.
Thank you for cheering me up Craig. I left my crap job yesterday, plus we’ve had to cancel our holiday for the third time.
Going to reread your vlogs as they always make me smile. Praying that we get our holiday to Hawaii in May.
It’s all a bit grim at the minute I know. We have to just know it will pass.
It is all a bit grim but I am glad you are trying to find the positive. We have had such positivity at my end; our fabulous floor fitter text me at 8.30 am today on a Sunday to bring things forward a couple of days so he could fit us in before lockdown. In difficult times I have had the pleasure of dealing with three fabulous contractors,his friends completely renovated and refitted our kitchen, who have worked with such dedication and pride it has restored my faith in workmen. They have helped replace the disaster of a floor off the internet, don’t ever bother. Great customer service.
I hope all things with the house move quickly for you and, if needed, you find such good workmen.
Re hols, we managed to move our DCL Panama Canal to March 2022 but don’t feel our May 21 DVC booking will come off. I am pinning hopes on October 21, and we might try for three weeks to make up for it all.
Great service like that is he’s to find. That must have been a huge relief. As for holidays, I am just so sad about the whole thing but there’s nothing we can do 🤷🏼♂️😞
Stay strong Craig this will pass. It’s been my mantra since March, we are again booking festivals for next year surely we have to be out of this by next summer. At the rate of infection we should be nearing herd immunity by then if not.
I’m encouraged by the recent vaccine news and Biden’s task force containing actual experts. 👍 March May happen after all 🤷🏼♂️