Writing to me, is simply thinking through your fingers ~ Isaac Isamov
The Small One sat down one day and drew lots of boxes on a piece of paper: Me:”What’s that darling?” TSO: “a Good Day Chart Mummy” Me: “So how does that work then?” TSO: “At the end of the day you put a tick in the box if it’s been a good day, and a…
My favourite presents to give, or receive, are books, umbrellas or wellies. I can’t think of anyone who wouldn’t find joy or usefulness in any of these things! Anyway, there have been a lot of celebrations recently, and I have spent a lot of time looking at bookshelves (apparently you can have too many wellies…
I have never felt a compulsion to own fish. They are really pretty to look at, but then so is a nice vase, or that calendar with the Firemen on; yet neither of those things require feeding or a noisy pump. Actually, I guess actual Firemen require both of those things, but that’s ok because…
I just come here for therapy now. You can also buy a ‘Slappa’ in a choice of colours.
Went in for meatballs, came out feeling I’ve been getting this all wrong…
I am so aware of vanity, and I find it uncomfortable and cringeworthy (like many of the blogs I’ve written). I’ve stopped being ‘present’ on other social media for this very reason – I understand that no one really cares that I have visited the cinema (other than the person I was with, they could…
Someone asked me recently why I don’t really ever post photos of myself anywhere. This. This is why. I know my limitations, but admittedly I frequently indulge in outrageously sexy pics other people post.. Salivating. I have reached an unexpected stage in my parenting career where I have found myself with a modicum of time…
I have started running. And blogging too again, apparently. I have never had myself down as being a runner. Too many bits of me seem to move independently and require strapping down. Then there is my unladylike gait. And the thought of me in leggings…the thought of other people having to see me in leggings…it just…
For Mother’s Day I was given an annual pass to our local wildlife park, and Kate and I visit often (the gardens particularly are so beautiful). Kate’s obsession is the little train that does a circuit of the park, and we have made it a tradition now to catch a ride before heading home….