Writing to me, is simply thinking through your fingers ~ Isaac Isamov
Spiderman on a porch roof. No reason. Now I can’t say my life is stressful in the sense that I do not have to file reports, meet press deadlines, create spreadsheets for inexplicable data, worry whether HR are monitoring ‘all’ email attachments , or suffer the unbearable sweat inducing hunger that every British person must…
We have found the Toddler’s Achilles heel. Balls. She loves them, would cross oceans for them – or her equivalent, a deep gravel car park, tripping twice, picking herself back up, all in pursuit of the prize – an errant football that none of us could even see at a hundred yards. We now have…
I am really deeply tired. That is not what this blog is about, rather than given this physical state I allowed myself to sit down at nap time, guilt free, and indulge in a bit of Chelsea Flower Show magic. I love Chelsea, the show gardens particularly! I adore the immaculate lawns, the sharply clipped…
OK, so blogging every day was perhaps a tad unrealistic, particularly given that the sun has been putting in a lot of appearances lately, and every part of my being just wants to burst into song, frolic amongst ears of wheat, and run through the hills sporting an Austrian girdle. Do you get that? Sun…
My admiration of well pedicured feet (I know people can see me looking – but how do they make their feet look pretty?). The amount of time spent reading posts such as ‘the definitive ranking of banana flavoured things on Buzzfeed (regardless of how compelling and potentially useful this information may be). My obsession with…
A family day out to West Green Gardens in Hartley Whitney for a bit of R&R and inspiration for our own garden project we hope pursue once our house extension is completed this summer. Despite the rain we had a lovely mooch found, Kate worked on a refinement of her walking skills and indulged in…
A return to blog titles. Today, when I had 5 mins off, I watched this TED talk given by Elizabeth Gilbert, the author of ‘Eat, Pray, Love. She describes writing as being her home, something she returns to when everything else is a bit haywire – her grounding. She doesn’t care if her books flop,…
On this day my Mum arrived on this earth, I was married, and victory was declared in Europe. Not bad all round. Oh and here are some step by step instructions for obtaining rose water if you are making a cake requiring said ingredient, but your local retail outlet doesn’t have any in stock: Attend…
Today, a play date with my Goddaughter and her Mummy, finding out that socks and sandals are bang on trend (no, really) and surviving gift shopping with a teething toddler. Just. I am also attempting to make this cake as it is my Mama’s birthday tomorrow. Except our shop doesn’t sell rose water so I’ve…
For Mother’s Day I was given an annual pass to our local wildlife park, and Kate and I visit often (the gardens particularly are so beautiful). Kate’s obsession is the little train that does a circuit of the park, and we have made it a tradition now to catch a ride before heading home….