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Holidaying in Hockering

Two weeks on and we are well and truly full blown holiday-makers! We're actually trying not to think of how everyone else is slogging at the daily grind while we're living it up...


On Thursday morning Jorja woke up with a start, "Just checking - am I still four?" Once we had reassured her of this, she was ready to tackle the day.


Living in the village didn't take long to get used to, actually. The one bus route to neighbouring villages or the Norwich city centre makes for strict time keeping because you don't want to miss your ride! We've also encountered the locals - the friendly store owner come post office lady, the two old ducks at the bus stop watching Jorja and Ethan in action, the courteous drivers who take turns down the narrow roadways and the soft spoken mechanic who's quietly restoring his Chevy Pickup to its former glory.


One of my favourite days this past week was on Thursday. We all slept late and had leftover roast for lunch. At four o'clock we headed to the bus station for the X1 ride into Norwich. We visited the grand Cathedral and then enjoyed late night (window) shopping until Uncle Ed fetched us. We were taken on a quick tour of the new City Academy - his school - and we got roped into a badminton game! At nine-thirty we were pretty sure that it was time to head home... Especially since Aunty Lynne and Dan had travelled back home from London a day early to surprise us all! 


And then, there have been quiet days when we lounge around and enjoy sunny days in the garden.


My mobile phone has been switched off for two weeks now. Talk about taking a break. To be fair, we've been offered a permanent Internet connection wherever we've stayed, but the difference (and difficulty) is managing how often you dip into that well of connectivity! It's actually made me wonder about replacing my smart phone with a simple text and dial service.


Strange how loads of free time highlights the importance of time management.


I owe my wavy curls to the idea that life's too short to be upstairs ironing your hair when your family is downstairs playing with water rockets in the warm UK sunshine!


Often times we struggle to find the balance between things we should be doing and things we don't really need to be keeping busy with...


Just this post, took way longer than it should have, because we stopped to change a nappy, help Jorja, pet the unicorn and make a round of coffee.


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