‘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…
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…
I’ve always been really excited by my birthdays. The air was different, everyone was nice to me. When I was a kid, I actually made wishes when I blew out the candles. Most of them came true. And the seconds after the candles are out is still the best scent, ever. This year, I feel every one of my years, and I’ve decided that that’s OK. ‘It’s Mummy’s birthday, you have to be extra nice to her today,’ Neil says…
