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I don't remember if I told you about my estranged Uncle and Aunt who I hadn't seen for years until they turned up at my dad's funeral.
Well, after seeing them at Easter and having a good long chat with them all then, they promised to pop in on their way home from a short family holiday in Yarmouth.
Well today was the day they travelled home, and they did stop off here for a BBQ and a rest before heading back home to Kent.
Time wise we are about half way home for them, but distance wise it is further from her to Kent than here to Yarmouth, it's just the road north isn't all duel carriage way or motorway, where as the road south is all motorway and duel carriage way, so the journey is so much quicker.
Anyway back to who came.
My Uncle & Aunt turned up with two out of three of their now grown up children, and their niece & granddaughter who is only two years old and such a little sweetie.
The little one reminds me so much of her mum and her Aunt (both sisters and my cousins) when they where her age.
Even my brother said he recognised the little one more than he did our own cousin, but then it has been 20+ years since we last saw them all, and we did see them more as young children.
My Nana (dad's mum) came up in conversation and the pub she ran, this did upset me a bit but only because I wish I had known her more before she died. I have been told by one of my cousins who is the same age as me, that she was a wonderful woman, so kind and loving. I don't remember her at all.
I see her face in photos and know it is her, but I don't remember anything about her personality at all. I remember the pub more.
Maybe it's because of her I feel so at home behind a bar. I feel so strong standing there and so in control, it is a wonderful feeling and it boasts my self confidence so much standing there.
If I was given the chance to run a pub and I was up to the job (fit & healthy) then I would jump at it, no questions asked.
I suppose owning my own successful pub would be my dream job, not that I ever thought it would, but thinking about it I suppose it would.
All the years of studying accountancy and I want to pull pints!!!
I can do that standing on my head, I was pulling pints at 18 & working in a nightclub at 17 (not behind the bar) yet I never thought of it as a dream job, who does?
I did start to think I would love to run a pub when I was about 20, but I was told not to be so stupid it was long hours and very hard work, by a landlord I knew at the time.
The strangest thing is his wife also has ME/CFS, which I didn't know as I haven't seen them for years as we moved out of the town and they gave up the pub. I must give them a ring to say hello and to swap notes on dealing with ME/CFS, who knows maybe we can help each other get better together.
So now for another lay down after such a busy family day, and I have a christening to go to tomorrow........