Blinking Twice…
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“He looks like this!” |
After a swim in the paddling pool, he explored his holiday surroundings..
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Love… |
After photos were taken to remember our new friend, we let him go. Into the corn to return to his family.
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“He looks like this!” |
After a swim in the paddling pool, he explored his holiday surroundings..
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Love… |
After photos were taken to remember our new friend, we let him go. Into the corn to return to his family.
We are decluttering at a savage rate here. We’ve outgrown our house and are bursting at the seams, trying to keep five people in a two bedroomed house. It’s time to move. So whilst we’re in lockdown and also whilst it’s not exactly the weather to be out and about having as much fun as…
Since our long haul holiday was cancelled due to the current pandemic, let’s just say that holiday time has been on my mind…a lot. As Winter is creeping closer, all I can think about are making memories away from home – probably because we’ve been at home for the past 8 months – and the…
I never understood those people who had “their” seat. From the children I’ve seen have a meltdown in class to my own dad and husband, I couldn’t understand how a particular seat could be so important to any of them [it seemed a little nutsy] – although I do understand the need to buy quality…
What’s for dinner? Well….It’s glaringly obvious from my recent receipts from ASDA and the Co-Op that when I don’t plan meals, I spend a fortune. I was going to say small fortune, but honestly, it’s a fortune. I hold my breath at the checkout and smile and say thank you whilst inside I’m crying and…
So, this is a bit of a real life post. Here are my three, one in pants, one with dirty face and big brother looking the most presentable, in their toy-covered bedroom that they have yet to tidy, again. Normally I’d clear up before taking any photos, but here they are in their jumble of…
Ahhh, British Summertime. The time of year when, if I had a pound for the hand of each child I’d held whilst running at Sports day because they were scared, embarrassed, or worried about coming last, I wouldn’t be rich, but I’d feel a whole lot better about making a fool of myself doing it….