In my dreams, I stroll gently to the French windows each morning, steaming herb tea in my hand, white dressing gown wafting around my shapely, perfectly smooth legs and look out at a garden that looks a bit like this. Unfortunately, along with the legs, dressing gown, tea and occasionally opening French doors, this particular […]
Home Improvements; in the words of the monkey, "It is time."
You may have heard that there is a new blog index on the block, the HIBS100. I’m remarkably grumpy about not being eligible to join this one (it has to be mostly about pretty home type-y things) and it’s given me quite a kick up the bum. With the absence of any home ed to […]
Cat Crafts.
If you follow me on Instagram, you may have been forced to endure my humiliating re-entry into Fimo modelling the other week as I attempted to get to grips with making model cats. I can’t believe quite how much ability I have lost in 20 months or so of not picking up any polymer clay. […]
For You.
You are missing – and so a part of me is always missing too. You are gone – and so a part of me has gone forever with you. You were here – a part of you is with me in all my days and all the dark of night. I saw you with my […]
The Silent Salute #WaveOfLight
There are days when I ache to speak of Freddie with my voice, not my fingers. Days when I wish for someone to sit with me and hold me while I sift his hospital notes and my hastily copied social media comments for the snippets of his life which have fled my memory. There are […]
Health warning: large families of active kids are a bad idea.
I was trying to explain our schedule of life earlier on (twice in two days actually, as you do) and it struck me that it might be an interesting moment to write out how our week pans out at this point in time. I’ve noticed that I blog less often now, which relates less to […]
We don't talk about the SCBU days.
I’m writing today at Glow in the Woods about the reality of parenting after losing a child who lived his whole life in the care of the medical people we trust with our lives and who couldn’t save him. I don’t write much about the SCBU days. It’s still too painful to think about, let […]
This bit of me.
I think I once knew these as ‘Preacher in the Pulpit’, a long time ago, when people told me the names of flowers. I think, confused, I mixed up pulpit with spit and believed they grew from the untouchable, improbable, highly suspicious cuckoo spit that foamed and flawed the weeds of our walks. Spit. Pulpit. […]
Summer Sewing
I used to really love sewing but somehow I just haven’t had time recently and my trusty sewing machine languished dustily in the garage. I finally got it serviced, only for someone to snap the bobbin holder off and then I… tried to fix it. With superglue. Which dripped down into the workings. Bum. Luckily […]
Dartmeet & Haytor Quarry… we heart Devon.
Determined not to let a broken foot cramp our style, we’ve been going about normal Dartmoor business, albeit with a few extra stops and picking our walks more carefully. Amelie’s foot is actually suddenly a lot better (we dunked it in the healing waters of Exmouth, renown Raymond medicine for feet…) and she has managed […]
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