Writing to me, is simply thinking through your fingers ~ Isaac Isamov
Happy New Year. January feels like one of those months you survive in lieu of lighter evenings and warmer weather. Of course, these days there is a sense of occasion in that the Toddler celebrates a birthday. As of the 9th January, Kate moved in two years ago. Two! I know. I can’t remember life…
It’s been a while. It’s been a muddle. When things are in a muddle, my head is in a muddle and the words don’t work. But the skip goes next week. That’s a big deal. It means this big build is almost finally over. The instillation of a hob will complete domestic bliss. Phew! There…
It’s now seven weeks into the build and we are all absolutely exhausted. Yes, of course, the prospect of living in an environment infinitely nicer than our previous one, particularly minus the anaglypta wallpaper and omnipresent smell of granny (think carpet underlay) is very exciting – but the process of achieving a vision of semi-detached perfection…
As we sat round our little table eating dinner together. In the hall. Next to the ironing board and a spare bit of coving. Remembering a time when we didn’t have to bail out our bath with a bucket because we still had a waste pipe, and a time when we didn’t share our bedroom…
The toddler’s favourite word is ‘duck’. Much to my relief the pronunciation has improved terribly, and so I no longer fear the reprisal of others when leaving the house. Kate does however use her word with great conviction, and often in a number of non-bird related scenarios, and there is no accounting for her immaculate…
Who’s that hiding in the barn? Our favourite book of the moment. It has taken me a while because a great deal of my leisure time recently has been consumed with dispensing advice on upholstery cleaning to the elderly. Lucky for you however (?) I have also managed to find a few spare moments to upload…
We purchased two very nice and enormously comfortable cream sofa’s from Sofa.com a few years ago. I know, how you laugh, but we didn’t know about toddlers then. Anyway, we had a small incident a few weeks back involving a misplaced glass and some red wine which resulted in some unwanted decoration of a sofa…
Previously it was all about the balls. And now for some context to that statement. Moving on. The new fad in my toddler’s life is sunglasses. She has been major fans of both mine, Neil’s (and well anyone’s really) for some time now, so when strolling amongst the aisles of summer attire, I finally caved…
I think it is possible that the former occupant of our house received the most post ever. For months on end we were e-mailing an incredible amount of organisations to remove us from their mailing lists – from double glazing manufacturers to decathlon training outfitters, freemason organisations, and the one which tugged at my heart…
Now I always think to myself, there is nothing more inspiring than a pile of rockwool on a Wednesday. But for me it is actually rather magnificent as it marks the start of building works at our home, and at long last, we can get this place looking a bit more like we own it…