Princess Mummy is back! This is not so much a triumphant return as a sheepish slinking back into the fold. The Blog lapsed a bit (!) in February and the Mummy clan have had quite an eventful few months. I'll catch up slowly, bit by bit or this will be the longest Blog post ever.
The biggest news is that the Mummy clan upped sticks and moved house! We had been on the council housing list for ever, but recently had an assessment for Housing Association housing. Our second and third floor flat was deemed to be a death trap for an "unpredictable narcoleptic" (Unpredictable? Me?) So eventually we qualified on health grounds and in a matter of a few weeks from the offer, we had moved into our dream home.
The Mummy clan dream home. Anyone who has stood still near me for more than a few seconds has heard about our dream house. All Prince Daddy and I have dreamed about since Little Prince was born was a little house. Little 2 up 2 down with a garden for Little Prince to play in. And that is exactly what we were offered. The bonuses: hanging basket hooks, a washing line (which Ive raved on and on about) and something else. Oh yes, lovely neighbours! As someone who's only communicated with my neighbours to drop off mail or complain about parties at 3 in the morning, the neighbours here were such a shock. The kids play in the streets while at least one parent keeps an eye on all the children. Even Little Prince has been out playing in the street and this is something I dreamed of but never imagined he would be doing as young as he is. It helps that we are a cul-de-sac of just a few houses, off another small cul-de-sac so traffic is very minimal. The cats roam free and occasionally, a small dog escapes and everyone joins the chase, making a grand game for kids and adults alike. A game the dog invariably wins, moseying back into her house as everyone else watches in disbelief. And yet we never learn. Next time she breaks free, we'll all chase again.
