Silent Sunday….
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Babies are beautiful – from the first glance at birth, we’re captivated. Their exquisite little features render us helpless and we fall head over heels, secretly thinking that whilst other babies are a little odd, in an angry-old-man-looking manner, somehow you have the most gorgeous looking little being on the face of the earth. …
It is a well known fact that anything you grow yourself tastes better, especially when you’re little. After last year’s disasterously slow attempt (except for the pumpkins) coupled with the awful weather that we had, we’ve been quick off the mark this year…and everyone lent a hand. There are no Little Red Hens in this…
Surprises are very few and far between when you’re a grown up. So when I read the message from Twinderelmo at 8am yesterday, reading “Huge congrats”, I assumed she was just being as lovely as usual and congratulating me on my Slimming World progress. I wrote back that I was so shocked as I expected…
I generally dislike my own birthday. Besides the fear of the Happy Birthday song [it makes me cry and I don’t know where to look when people sing it to me] I awaited my 40th year with dread. Older, wrinklier, and feeling like my life was pretty much done opportunity wise. However, so far,…
In two weeks’ time the Jones family will be spinning their wheels along the motorway on their way up to the Midlands to spend some very special time with my side of the family. It’s my nephew’s birthday, my birthday, my parents’ 40th anniversary [also known as mum wants a medal-iversary] and one of my…
When I think back to holidays as a child, there were three kinds. Camping, caravanning and holidays abroad. The first time I sat on an airplane it 1986, I was 10, and we were on a 747 destined for my happy place. I’d never seen an airplane other than the ones that my Granny used…