After a practically perfect half term that involved spending time with lovely people like this, this, this and this, we packed off our brood for a night with their grandparents. The 5yo arrived with her first, and by now very
I failed the Gallery challenge to find my favourite photo last week.. Even after I’d gone to the trouble of trying to bribe the eternally wonderful Spudballoo I just couldn’t find the right image. In the end I crawled away
As a child you’re generally unaware of your situation compared to anyone else’s. This changes as you grow and you start to compare, to desire the things you don’t have, and to see yourself as others do. I’d like to
There seems to be an age cut off point, beneath which the word ‘melon’ is impossible to pronounce. In our house we have lemons for melons, something that always makes me laugh. Funnier still was the fact that I was
I don’t normally like to admit that I’m particularly lacking in an area, but in the case of my sense of direction it’s so blatantly obvious that I’m probably better off being up front about it.
This week on the Gallery Tara has chosen the theme ‘Celebration’. So easy and yet so, not. There are so many celebratory pictures that I could have chosen but I wanted to try something a little bit different.
Sometimes you need a little time before you can write about something. Time to decipher the emotions, space to let things be long enough to see a clear path. Last week, when my youngest child started school, I really didn’t
Nimbyism is a great thing isn’t it? Here in dear old middle England we positively excel at it: “We’re drowning in rubbish, we need a new landfill site…” “WHAT?! Not in my back yard…!!” “There’s a housing crisis, we’re looking