Went in for meatballs, came out feeling I’ve been getting this all wrong…
Still January
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…
January
Always a bit of a bleak month, but now softened with the build-up, excitement and organisation of the small one’s birthday celebrations. This 5th year involves wrangling the hundred pieces that will arrive as a cabin bed kit, alan key; weapon of choice. Bleak is actually a grower. The normal tromp around ‘my field’ and…
A machine at the library made me sad
I love our local library. Granted, it’s not the most attractive of buildings, but it is light and bright inside, has a great children’s section with a magnificent elephant rug, and smells glorious. You know, that smell of old books. A bit like petrol flavoured sawdust – that smell. So, anyway, I have visited this…
Screw it, let’s do it
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…
Belonging, where you don’t.
About 10 years ago I fell in love. It happened on a train to Bristol Temple Meads at some ridiculous hour in the morning on my commute to work, and I remember this vividly, whilst eating a minty ‘Chewit’. Yep. A minty one. I fell in love with heading west. Sounds a bit peculiar, but…
Yellow Spoon
We move on from food to cutlery. So I have this yellow spoon. It’s really old (at least 15 years), pretty bent, and looking at it objectively, not the most attractive item in the kitchen. But if I could only ever eat one meal ever again, it would be with that spoon. I love it. It…
Chewing it over
I have never really ‘got’ food’. As in, I do like eating, and everyone needs to eat, but I have never really been one to paw studiously through recipe books; and my definition of meal planning is to look in the fridge, see what’s most withered, and concoct a questionably edible creation around it. Until…
Running with it
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…
January looks mostly like this…
Happy New Year. January feels like one of those months you survive in lieu of lighter evenings and warmer weather. Of course, these days there is a sense of occasion in that the Toddler celebrates a birthday. As of the 9th January, Kate moved in two years ago. Two! I know. I can’t remember life…