Writing to me, is simply thinking through your fingers ~ Isaac Isamov
Sometimes not much happens. This has been one of those times. You are always learning stuff though. This week I have learnt that mental preoccupation can mean that you spend a whole day, including expeditions outside the house, with only one sock on – initially because you can’t mentally cope with putting the other one…
As we sat round our little table eating dinner together. In the hall. Next to the ironing board and a spare bit of coving. Remembering a time when we didn’t have to bail out our bath with a bucket because we still had a waste pipe, and a time when we didn’t share our bedroom…
The toddler’s favourite word is ‘duck’. Much to my relief the pronunciation has improved terribly, and so I no longer fear the reprisal of others when leaving the house. Kate does however use her word with great conviction, and often in a number of non-bird related scenarios, and there is no accounting for her immaculate…
Who’s that hiding in the barn? Our favourite book of the moment. It has taken me a while because a great deal of my leisure time recently has been consumed with dispensing advice on upholstery cleaning to the elderly. Lucky for you however (?) I have also managed to find a few spare moments to upload…
Previously it was all about the balls. And now for some context to that statement. Moving on. The new fad in my toddler’s life is sunglasses. She has been major fans of both mine, Neil’s (and well anyone’s really) for some time now, so when strolling amongst the aisles of summer attire, I finally caved…
We have found the Toddler’s Achilles heel. Balls. She loves them, would cross oceans for them – or her equivalent, a deep gravel car park, tripping twice, picking herself back up, all in pursuit of the prize – an errant football that none of us could even see at a hundred yards. We now have…
A family day out to West Green Gardens in Hartley Whitney for a bit of R&R and inspiration for our own garden project we hope pursue once our house extension is completed this summer. Despite the rain we had a lovely mooch found, Kate worked on a refinement of her walking skills and indulged in…
On this day my Mum arrived on this earth, I was married, and victory was declared in Europe. Not bad all round. Oh and here are some step by step instructions for obtaining rose water if you are making a cake requiring said ingredient, but your local retail outlet doesn’t have any in stock: Attend…
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…