Voting. And then dealing all the resultant emotions from the result.
I voted to remain. When I was 20 I boarded a plane by myself, and spent a year studying in Ljubljana, Slovenia, as part of my degree. Whilst there I met so many people from all different corners of Europe, and had an absolute blast with them. It was a pleasure to spent my year with some of the very best people I could ever hope to meet. Many years later I’m still in touch with some of the people I met whilst in Slovenia.
When I look at this photo from one of our many many trips that we took I see my Italian, Polish, Belgian, Danish, Finnish, German, French and Irish friends, and myself, all having fun together. I’m the only British person in the group, but I’m no different to any of my friends. We all have so much in common, and our lives are richer and broader for knowing each other.
The same goes for people from Europe, and those from further afield, who have made their home here in the UK. All of our lives are richer for having them here.
It upsets me that some people in Britain think that people of other nationalities are so different from us; a threat to us even. Reports of soaring hate crimes against people from Europe and beyond who have settled in the UK make me feel physically sick.
I’m still processing the ramifications that leaving the EU will bring. I don’t know what is going to happen here in Scotland, or in Northern Ireland, or to the communities that depend so heavily on EU subsidies. I don’t know what impact it will have on our daily lives, on our finances, or our ability to travel to trade freely, or our relationships with others. Let alone the impact that leaving the EU will bring on to things like agriculture, fishing and the environment, all of which have a great degree of input and subsidy from Europe.
It’s all a bit scary, and with our political situation in such a mess I have no idea what the future holds. All I know is that we all have to come together, and get through this mess as best we can.
Growing. My daughter’s nursery class planted some vegetable seeds in the spring. With it now being the end of term they had a ton of vegetable plants that needed re-homing, and sadly not everyone could take them (or even wanted them). Wendy’s Plant Adoption Service™ swiftly stepped in, and we now have peppers and beans coming out of our ears. Just as well as the slugs have made light work of pretty much everything we planted in our allotment. Swines.
And you might be wondering how we got on with the Nemaslug? Nothing. It did nothing. The pesky slugs still managed to mow everything down. We are a bit stumped now re: slug-gate.
In more positive news, our garden is coming along.
My eldest graduated nursery, and starts primary school after the summer. Her nursery had a lovely graduation ceremony and party, and one of the teachers made graduation cakes for all kids leaving the nursery. It was bittersweet, let me tell you.
My youngest is now 6 months old (how?!) and is also hitting all the milestones. As much as I love the newborn stage, 6 months is my favourite baby age. If I could bottle the joy of 6 months old and save it for when I’m grey and old and missing my babies it would surely contain big hearty baby laughs; gummy smiles; chubby cheeks, wrists and legs; cosy milky cuddles last thing at night; splashes in the bath; arms and legs flapping in excitement; and a whole lot of love.
We’ve also started introducing solids, which is perhaps one of my favourite stages. In my opinion winter is the very best time to have a baby, because by the time they’re on solid foods all the lovely soft fruits are in season. Strawberries have been the biggest hit, which is just as well as the shops are packed with lovely Scottish strawberries.
How are you coping with all things Brexit?