The sun is up and we’re finally in August.
Officially speaking I’m going to be 41 tomorrow, but as far as I’m concerned the official stance is overrated, so I’m gonna be 40 (again).
The summer so far has been your typical British summer, i.e. some warm sunny days interspersed in between miserable, cloudy and wet weather. But at least it’s not cold.
The kids have been on holiday for a couple of weeks and have had fun doing a whole load of activities and sleeping late.
I have definitely been enjoying the extra 20 minutes in bed and the late evenings with them.
In a couple of weeks we will be driving down to Portugal and I’m so looking forward to it. If I could I would spend the whole month of August there. Which is ironic because I remember when I was a teenager thinking about “those emigrants” that invade the country all at the same time in August.
I’m one of those emigrants now and I couldn’t imagine not going home for the summer.
The greatest thing is that my hubby and kids love going there too. I don’t know if, like me, it’s because of spending time with my family, relaxing and going to the beach or just because we go to restaurants every day and they eat loads of ice-cream. I hope it’s because of all of those reasons.
Sometimes, like the song, I don’t know where I’m from anymore – a mix of the countries where I’ve lived perhaps.
But not in August. In August we are all 100% Portuguese. And so it should be!
Let the fun begin!