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WE’RE ALL A BIT OF A “FIXER-UPPER”
If you don’t hear that song in your head now, you haven’t been watching Frozen as much as we have! We are fast approaching the birthday party weekend…our house is full of Olaf bits and pieces [actual bits and pieces], and then we all managed to catch a miserable bug. Homemade birthday cakes still make…
ELLA’S KITCHEN: DAIRYLICIOUS RANGE
Have you ever seen anything so cute on the roads today as this little milk float below? Me either. It’s been over 8 years since we had our milk delivered by a float. Sadly, this is not for us grown ups. It’s the world’s smallest milk float, driven by Ella’s dad (of Ella’s Kitchen fame)…
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A PROPER SANDWICH [PROVENDER PICKLE] #PROPERPICKLE
Sandwiches have always played a huge part in my life. Sugar and butter sandwiches when my mum had nothing else to give us for lunch at the end of the month before payday, bacon [sausage for my dad] and egg sandwiches on Friday lunchtimes during Summer holidays working in my dad’s engineering company as a…
TIDY UP TIME CHAMPIONS WITH MINENE
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…
So, My Blog Header Will Need Re-Doing Then…Our Secret is Out!
We’ve kept it under our hats (or rather, my coat) for quite a while but at last our secret is out… We’re pregnant! Our third, already very cherished, little one, due at the end of June, is an international traveller having been with us to Walt Disney World, Florida this Summer, and is treating me…
FIRST HAIRCUT FOR HERO
It’s no secret that I’m terrible at meeting that first haircut milestone with any kind of joy in my heart. I hate that the hair they were born with, the baby locks that I grew, is taken away. It feels like a part of them, and me, is taken away – a bond broken. Worse still…