The coffee is poured, the kids all playing nicely, my sisters and I start a conversation and then a little person sidles up all affectionate. Nothing quite like a polite little fella saying excuse me… once… maybe twice… (more…)
Light. One of the most important things in my existence. I once worked in an office for nearly a year that was surrounded by hedging and had no natural light. We had to have those evil, fluorescent lights on morning until night. Twelve hours a day. I nearly went mad and craved an excuse to leave the office just to see daylight. (more…)
As part of Mummy B’s Photography Challenge, the theme for Week 2 was ‘cold’. (more…)
I love our bed. It is a beautiful white brass bed, dressed in white cotton. It has a mattress topper and a goose down duvet. It has perfect pillows and a recently gifted electric blanket. It is pretty to look at and a feature in our bedroom. We bought the bed with wedding money many moons ago and along with my couch it is my favourite piece of furniture in our house.
Unfortunately with the ageing process and being married to a camera man comes the age-old illness of bad backs, and with that comes the talk of replacing our beautiful bed with a grown up divan bed. Aggghhh!! (more…)
Last Sunday, the day before we all went back to our routines, we went for a scoot down the promenade and a look at the skate park. The monkeys have been begging for ages to go with their scooters (fortunately the BMX doesn’t fit in the car!). (more…)
From when the school empties out, the cars drive away and then the chaos returns to the gates a short while later, what do mums do during that that mysterious hour between the school pick ups?
A daily discussion between mums who have child(ren) in the infant classes and other child(ren) in the rest of the school is “what do you do for the hour?’ The infamous hour! For most this hour between pick ups can be a chance to do a shop or some chores but for anyone who does not live next door to the school it can be a real pain in the neck. (more…)
The other night I danced and laughed late into the night like I hadn’t a care in the world. I was a touch rough around the edges the following day but it was worth it. I felt great. 6 months previously I had taken a call from an old colleague asking me to come back to work on a big job with her. (more…)