Today is day 793 of chocolate and chips (as in crisps as in chips). I’ve sent Neil to the shops for vegetables and vitamins. Hi. I guess this is my 2018 resolutions post, but they only last for a week around here. So lets call them goals. In this post I’m going to set out my goals and the tools I’m going to use to achieve them. I hope the stuff I’m using is useful to you, too. Space. I need…
If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that Isla was in her first school Christmas play this week. She was an angel. We are not particularly religious, but an awkward stage debut is a rite of passage. She stood on that stage, all crooked wings and halo. Singing and signing the songs. The loudest word she sang was ‘CELEBRATE!’ And I was *this-close* to leaping from my seat and shouting ‘Get it, baby.’ Because that was my BABY on…
2017 has been a weird little blogging year around here. I think I posted twice in January and then disappeared until April. I don’t know what happened, either. It’s old news. We are not there any more. But as I plan to get more wordy this month and next year, I thought I’d take a deep breath and give you a rundown on my most popular posts of 2017. Or since April. 10. Coffee & Questions – This one was…
Isla talks non-stop. Not her fault, she’s my kid. Sometimes, I post our conversations on Facebook. What follows is a collection of actual conversations with my three year-old daughter. All of these are unprompted. She has my sarcastic genes. Isla: Mumma, you’re cheeky. And you’re also kind of cute. Me: Day made? Isla on Hallowe’en… ‘Mumma, we got a pumpkin.’ ‘You’re MY pumpkin.’ ‘I know dat. But we got a real one from the shops.’ Isla on the rules… Me:…
The closest I get to any kind of interior design is watching re-runs of Designing Women. Because I am an old, nostalgic, sarcastic soul. What I am not, is a very visual person. I’ve moved house A LOT in my life, and my stock answer to ‘Where do you want this?’ is ‘Gimme all the books.’ When my friends and family move or redecorate I sit in the corner reading the old newspapers Aunt Dolly’s dinner set is wrapped in,…
