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FORGET-TEA-NOT WITH TWININGS
When people who know me read this post, they will smile. Tea is something that plays a huge role in my life – I think it might possibly be a genetic trait passed down from my dad. Even people who have spent relatively little time with me, such as my fellow bloggers at the Photokina event…
FIVE THINGS I LEARNED ABOUT MYSELF FROM THIS BLOG
It’s been 360 days since my last birthday – which means it’s been 360 days since I ate these too-good-to-be-true macrons from my little sister, mom and dad. Beautiful macrons that they went to extraordinary lengths to get for me after I actually crushed my own macrons from the Dordogne into crumbs [embarrassing story right there]. Which…
Christmas 2012….
…was perfect. It was cinnamon sweet, warm and toasty, bursting with freshly grated nutmeg…and sprinkled in teeny tiny candy canes. Every smell, taste, touch, sight or sound said, “MERRY CHRISTMAS!” in large, bold (red) letters. There was no mistaking the season in the Jones household; Baby Dragon’s introduction to “festive” could only have been made…
3, 2…. HE’S GOING TO TURN ONE.
This lazy Summer photo has absolutely nothing in common with the post I’m writing, but I love it. In truth, I’m sat in my Primark cotton pyjamas, crunched over the body of an 11 month old baby who has drifted sweetly to dreamland, as I mentally try to organise the rest of my week and…
How to Raise a Resilient Child
Resilience is a key skill in a child’s development and it will give them the opportunity to learn more about who they are and what they want to gain from life. Resilience is also a skill that will be required in any kind of support through school, everyday life, and more. This independent school in…
THE MOST UNROMANTIC DAY OF THE YEAR
We were gifted the Swizzels Personalised Love Hearts and Sweets shown in the post – you can get your own personalised treats and hampers online only at swizzels.com/shop . The countdown is on in florists everywhere – but no one will be sending any to me. Not that I’m not loved – but I did…