If we were having coffee and ask you how your week’s been treating you? I’d tell you I looked in the mirror this week, and it’s actually dawned on me that I’m actually 36. My kid is nearly 3. Next month, Neil and I are married four years. Seems longer. And not long enough. Did I mention that I spilled coffee on Frank the laptop and I’m back on Truman the Giant Desk Top? It’s actually meant more writing has…
OK, so this actually just happened. Isla: I love you. And your wheelchair. You’re my wheelchair Mummy. I don’t want another Mummy. Mummy, are you sad? Me: No. Isla: Why you crying? Me: Because I’m happy. Isla: What? Me: Because I’m happy. Isla: What? Me: Because I love you very much. Isla: Yeah, I love you, too. Can I have an ice-lolly? …
The snow of a few weeks ago has melted and the sun has come out in Skye. I’ve spent more time outside than in this week, and have been drinking more water than coffee. I wore Isla’s sunglasses over mine when I picked her up at nursery, because when I do that it makes her laugh. And her laughter is brighter than the sun that’s come out, dried us up and slightly fried our brains. This week has included road-trips…
If we were having coffee, you couldn’t help but notice that we’ve blown all the fuses. Isla is running around going, ‘My house is dark. It ran out of batteries!’ Five minutes ago, we were watching Alice in Wonderland. Now, Isla’s face is lit by my phone screen. No, I can’t buy you that Lego set. And please don’t post that egg video on Facebook. In other news, what music do you listen to while taking down the Christmas tree?…
If we were having coffee, I’d introduce you to our new as yet unnamed coffee machine. As an early Christmas present from me to us, the coffee machine Neil bought me when we first started dating has been upgraded to something from the future. Actually, I think we should call it Jetson. What sort of um, coffee experience would you like? My favourite so far is a mild double-shot medium-hot latte. In my house. What can I get you? After…
