I should have titled this ROGOF. Read one get one free….
If you’ve read my last blog post you will know I’ve had a bit of a hiatus in my writing activities recently so may be surprised to see another post so quickly!
The reason for this is I want to share last weekend with you; it was such fun…
As in most families, many of the cousins only meet up at weddings, big birthday parties and funerals – which is quite sad really. Coming from a rather large maternal family (mum is one of 8 siblings – don’t quote me as I have a feeling Gran also had a son who died not long after birth) we cousins were fairly close as children but, as is the norm, we grew up, some of us moved away and, although we haven’t lost touch, getting together became all too difficult…until last weekend.
The seed was sown at my Auntie Vera’s 100th birthday party last October – unfortunately for the male cousins this meet-up would only involve the female cousins. Then, at Auntie Hazel’s 90th birthday party in December, the seed germinated and we knew it would eventually bloom.
To cut a long story short we cousins ‘bloomed’ last weekend. After meeting for lunch in a rather quaint pub we spent the weekend in a very lovely house in the village of Gayton, Northamptonshire (booked via cottages.com).
We laughed, we played tig, charades, hide and seek (youngest cousin, Louise, won), we cooked and prepared meals together, we chatted, we put the world to rights and we had not one cross word. It was wonderful.
We all agreed that there is something special about ‘family’. Sitting around in our pyjamas with no embarrassment, we could enjoy silences (not feeling the need to talk all the time) and reminisce about our childhood whilst filling in the gaps about life over the last X number of years. I even managed to get all five cousins to watch an episode of ‘Grace and Frankie’ – my guilty pleasure on Netflix!
Thank you to Kooky Kim, Lovely Louise, Generous (dishwasher-crazy) Gwynneth, Pinook Pam and Jolly (read crazy) Jackie for a fabulous weekend and, as promised, let’s make sure we do this annually!
P.S. If you hear me saying, “I am just going to put the Gwynnie on”, it is because I have named my dishwasher – my cousins will totally understand!!