5 May


This message greeted me on entry into bathoom this morning (‘Doidy’ is the closest the toddler has got to ‘Daddy’, but a step up from ‘Marmite’ which appeared to be his previous given moniker).

Kate left us this message previously.


Other applications involving sticking letters to small children and the retired.



They are also particularly useful for stopping the drafts emitted from poorly fitted fenestration, whilst an ‘S’ and two ‘Cs’ intertwined make a very acceptable emergency coaster.

They are definitely a worthwhile investment to any home.

4 May

May the 4th be with you.

Today was lovely. Kate and I attended the Christening of my friend’s daughter Savannah-Rose at our local church. The sun shone on their family, and the service was tremendous and very geared up for the children, with lots of singing, tambourine shaking and flag waving. Kate had a whale of a time, and almost clapped herself to sleep at one point, she was so worn out with enthusiasm.

At the end of each service the Minister asks the congregation to remember people in the local community, and today he asked us to think of those attending the nursery school where my Mum is a teacher. Unbeknown to the Minister our prayers are needed perhaps more now than at any other time, as there is a little girl in their care at the moment who is beautiful and vibrant, but very poorly.

So as I sat with my cuddly toddler on my knee, my heart broke for that Mummy and her baby who but don’t know how many more cuddles they will have. How incredibly and indescribably sad. I think of them often. I don’t know if any of this works, but please think of them too.

So the rest of the day sort of took on a new impetus and away from its intended course. My ironing didn’t get done. But we all had a great time playing with the brick truck in the garden.

God bless.

3 May


I have few regrets in life, but one of them is that I didn’t choose the right subject for my undergraduate degree. I think if I had my time again I would have chosen psychology or philosophy (over Geography), or perhaps a combination of the two as they seem inextricably linked.

Looking back at that time I wonder really if anyone has enough life experience or maturity to make such a big investment of time and money to influence what career path they take.

Such musings have recently come about as I have become drawn into wanting to understand, well, everything really! I recognise that Neil and I are fast changing as people at the same time as trying to be there for someone who is developing in her own right. This journey is both scary and deeply fascinating.

In my rare moment off duty, I sometimes kick back with a copy of Waitrose Weekend and a can of rice pudding, coz that’s how I roll, and more often than not I’ll see if I can continue my love affair with TED. There are many people on there who are teaching me that everyone pretty much is a philosopher, and that whereas you can’t change what has gone before, making smart decisions now can certainly change what goes after.

The talk by Chip Conley in this list is particuarly worth a watch.

A post a day


You’ve got to sing like you don’t need the money,
Love like you’ll never get hurt,
You’ve got to dance like nobody’s watchin’,
It’s gotta come from the heart if you want it to work.

Susanne Clarke and Richard Leigh

I do. A short post a day to keep me in check and to see what becomes of writing like no one is reading.

If you want the rainbow


I would be lying if I said it was easy. It’s been a hard week, and no one has had much sleep now that Kate’s ‘big teeth’ have decided to make an appearance. Add a cold on top of that, and you’ll understand that this bank holiday will largely be spent in hibernation.

There are lots of things that I can’t say I considered at all when I found out I was pregnant. Myself being ill for example, and how I’d feel about there not being any sick leave in my current role. I also underestimated to what extent motherhood can be viewed as a competitive sport. I am frequently judged on my choice to buy non organic fruit, clean faces with bog standard wet wipes (who knew), whilst our decision for me not to return to formal employment has also proved very controversial in some camps.

But typically as a Mum, you want to end on a positive about the whole experience.

Because, yes she is worth it.

For all the reasons you would expect, but also that she has taught me about patience I didn’t know I had, strength that I hoped I’d find when I needed it…

And as an added bonus, my heightened caffeine need led me to seek out a jar of instant coffee I have no recollection of buying.

A pot of Nescafe Gold Blend at the end of an existential rainbow.