Day 21: Easy like Sunday Morning
- Helen Kilminster
- Jul 8, 2019
- 2 min read
Casually listening to a bit of Lionel Richie and tidying up the house. Sundays are usually like a massive run up for the week ahead. We align our diaries, school timetables and check everyone has enough clean pants for the week. Adulting is hardwork sometimes.

It's a sunny day and I refuse to spend the day indoors doing chores. We decided to go and pick some strawberries before the season's out and go swimming afterwards. For as long as I can remember my family always did 'pick-your-own' strawberries and various fruits. My mum used to tell me strawberries would always be ready for my birthday. I live in what some people call a semi-rural area. There are open farms everywhere. When my grandad was still alive, we used to head into Hereford to a cherry orchard to pick our own cherries. You were given a ladder to go tree-to-tree. My nan and grandad basked in the sunshine while we foraged for fruits. No health and safety. No one was harmed in the years of picking fruit willy nilly.

After filling up our baskets with fresh strawberries. We head on for a family swim. I wear glasses and contacts for swimming. Not ideal i know. I have prescription goggles but they're not brilliant. I'm so blind without my glasses. Within 5 minutes of being in pool, the kids are splashing and paddle kicking water in my face. My eyeballs just about hold onto the contact lenses before they float away. Getting ready for swimming with kids is relatively easy compared to getting dried and dressed. Neve decides she wants to be in control of the talc application today and ends up looking like Casper the Friendly Ghost. Meanwhile it take me forever to dry my thick hair. My uni friends always said I looked like the girl from The Ring.

My Sunday evening gets hot and steamy as I attempt to iron three loads of washing. School uniforms are done and work clothes have been done for both knackered parents. Am I ready for the week ahead? No. Has my voice come back? No. Am I ready for a holiday? Hell yes I am.
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