Ever felt like running away? Frequently - and did twice. The kids drove me to the brink and I leapt on to my moped and sped of into the sunset (a bit of poetic license there) never to return - made it to the lay-by at the top of the road and pulled in to have a good cry. The eldest son had jumped on his bike and followed me and found me sobbing - hugs and apologies from him and I went home to strangely well behaved children (it didn't last). The second time I was having "husband trouble" and just snapped and legged it off to my friend in Devon, leaving the "then husband" to look after the kids. Spent a lovely peaceful week with my friend recharging my batteries and then returned home. The "then husband" became the "ex husband" and have never felt like running away since!
Haha - just to clarify - the legging it to Devon was done by train - my poor old moped certainly wouldn't have made that journey, it had a habit of cutting out on me and I spent many happy hours pushing the damn thing! Train was definitely the better option. The urge to run mysteriously left me around the same time the "ex husband" did.
Ever felt like running away? Frequently - and did twice. The kids drove me to the brink and I leapt on to my moped and sped of into the sunset (a bit of poetic license there) never to return - made it to the lay-by at the top of the road and pulled in to have a good cry. The eldest son had jumped on his bike and followed me and found me sobbing - hugs and apologies from him and I went home to strangely well behaved children (it didn't last). The second time I was having "husband trouble" and just snapped and legged it off to my friend in Devon, leaving the "then husband" to look after the kids. Spent a lovely peaceful week with my friend recharging my batteries and then returned home. The "then husband" became the "ex husband" and have never felt like running away since!
Wow, you REALLY did it. By moped. Respect! (And glad you don't have the urge any more!) x
Haha - just to clarify - the legging it to Devon was done by train - my poor old moped certainly wouldn't have made that journey, it had a habit of cutting out on me and I spent many happy hours pushing the damn thing! Train was definitely the better option. The urge to run mysteriously left me around the same time the "ex husband" did.
Love the story and the scarf. I fished out half the stuff I was taking to the charity shop this week, before I run off to Berlin in a fortnight!
I forgot about your Berlin trip! How brilliant - such a great city
Amazing! All my best accessories also cost £1.50. It’s a Christmas miracle 😁
It is! How cheap things are. Amazing!