Objects in the rear view mirror

I sat on my own in the pub this afternoon, just for an hour after walking into town. There were some teenagers trying to get in and daring each other to wander through. It made me think about my own childhood and how I've reflected on it so much since becoming a parent. We never had that urge to get into pubs when we (me and my pals ) were young. We did the exact opposite, the local woods were our stomping ground where there was no one. I remember wandering around what was essentially a medieval wood when I was 15, my own playground. I can still trace every path and copse in my mind. The tunnel under the railway cutting, the fenced off bit where a world war two airplane crashed (and you could still find the bits of metal from it). I had a very blessed childhood; even though I lived on the edge of town, I had the run of the country. We wandered through those woods even after dark, which was a frightening and exilarating experience, which probably explains my love of the dark now... There were so many rooms in the woods, each with a different character and atmosphere. Cross the road into the estate and you were in a completely different world, another wood, one where I swear I saw a ghost at 6-00 one summer morning while stalking rabbits...

Open your arms and welcome...

We were so tired last night we completely mis-timed that we had tickets to see Editors; our favourite band, in Doncaster. Tickets I bought six months ago, the last two available, a treat for us after all the stress of the new arrival. We even had a baby sitter sorted. Only problem was that I thought it was next week and didn't even check the date on the tickets. To say I am mildly pissed off would be a severe understatement...

A little ripple

What a strange week it's been, both last and this one. Early Wednesday morning, 12-58 to be exact, I had just got off to sleep. Mrs somers was in the bathroom, mini somers asleep in his cot. I was suddenly awoken by what felt like someone picking up the bed and dropping it repeatedly. Apparently all the ablutions slid across the shelf in front of Ms somers in the bathroom, all the while Boo slumbered through the whole drama. Sky news were reporting within half an hour that the earthquake had been 5.3 (which is considered as fair to medium strength in earthquake terms). The epicentre was 6 miles below Market Rasen, about 20 miles away. Alot of chimney pots have fallen off and cracks appeared (although our house had plenty to start with!). I can honestly say it was terrifying. The whole house shook and kept shaking as I dashed downstairs to look outside. It felt like a bomb going off.