‘Mummy stay with me,’ Isla says after 67 books last night. We worked through a stack and then I had to drive backwards over some Lego to get to her bookcase. ‘Clean your room tomorrow, please.’ ‘OK’, she says. ‘Read Miss Messy again.’ Sometimes she lays in our bed for stories, and sometimes I squeeze into hers. If I don’t think I’ll get up again, I park beside her bed. She crawls into my lap, still. This kid. She’s…
And so, I was sitting with my Made of Awesome eating cheesecake and consulting the Oracle Google about options for my hen/bachelorette weekend. ‘But what do you want to doooo?’ she asked. ‘I don’t care. Surprise me. No Loch Ness cruises, please. And no pampering bullshit. But surprise me. Should we take a cocktail-mixing class? Or go back to Prague? New York? Surprise me, though. I don’t care.’ ‘How many people are we inviting?’ ‘Everyone. No one. Just us. Just send me…
I’m feeling nostalgic, and today I thought I’d take a trip down blog memory lane. For better or worse, but mostly better, I’ve been writing on Gin & Lemonade for 7 years and counting. I’ve travelled since I was 4 years old, but this blog began as a drunken idea I had in Italy when I was 25. After a frustrating but daresay um, an ultimately uplifting day of cobblestones and access issues followed by beautiful food and lots of…
And so I’ve sat down to write another post several times this week. This is what happens the second before I start to write, and therefore get no writing done: Excuse 1: The phone rings. Mom/Dad: Whatcha doing? Me: Writing. Mom/Dad: You should write more about ME! Me: OK, are you sure you guys hate each other? Because Mom/Dad said the same thing. Excuse 2. My massage therapist arrives for what I like to call my monthly maintenance. Even though I…
Our most recent family road-trip was a weekend in St. Andrews. We were up with the birds on all the days. We actually loaded the car on Friday, after a coffee with my Dad in honor of my Grandma’s birthday, and I (humbly?) shouted from the blog-tops about the Annual Bloggers Bash Awards. Baked potatoes and cheese for breakfast on the road, which Isla and I actually paraded in front of cheese-phobic Neil. (She may look like him, but she’s…
