Summer’s Gone!

It has been so autumnal the past few days.  I hope we get a little more summer before it’s officially over.  But I forget, it’s bank holiday weekend.  And I’m in Britain.  And why do we Brits moan about our weather so much?  Perhaps it’s just because we love to moan.  I know I do.  And I found myself moaning about Matriarch again today, as I finally got out of The Ex what she said about me back whenever it was or something.  It was one of those maddening scenarios when he’d made a comment about defending me to her loads, but then wouldn’t tell me what she’d said.  If any of this makes sense.  Turns out she’d said something about my attitude towards him and The Child and the access he had to The Child, back when we first broke up.  In my defence, things were very awkward back then, he did see The Child every weekend, which is more than many absent parents get, and Matriarch barely saw us at all, through her choice not mine.  It appears that it’s another case of someone judging someone they don’t know for stuff they don’t know about.  I’m sure I’m guilty of it on occasion too, though I do try not to judge people unfairly.  I’m the one giving alleged tyrants like Henry VIII the benefit of the doubt after all.  Though I have probably been a bit unfair on Matriarch in the past. 

Anyway, I’ve had a busy few weeks getting stuff ready for The Child starting school.  Think we’re just about sorted now, though I’m worried I’ve missed a vital something that needs a name label.  I’m sure I’m panicking more than necessary, and yes, I’m feeling a tad emotional about my baby growing up so fast.  School already.  And now I feel so old.

Also, with The Child starting school comes the trauma of job hunting.  I’ve never really done this properly as I was at uni before she was born.  I just did waitressing during the holidays.  Of course, I wouldn’t turn down a waitressing job now, while I look for something else perhaps.  There isn’t much around here that would make use of my psychology degree, that’s for sure.  Waitressing isn’t so bad though.  And it might not be too incompatible with school hours.  I hope.

There has been a slight downside to my avoiding town this summer.  I have come across no idiotic tourists.  Well, nothing out of the ordinary anyway.  Shopping has been a nightmare though.  Summer is not a good time to live in a seaside town, British weather or not.