We’re going through an awful lot of washing powder at the moment, mainly thanks to the treacherous conditions in the woods en route to school.
As mentioned previously, there are two routes to school: the slow, clean route or the fast, muddy route.
The Squelchy Woods
I alwaysgo for the short, muddy route – it means carrying school shoes in a bag and wearing wellies through the woods, but it’s ten…
(It’s tempting to leave this post as that: just Sigh, but the writer in me won’t allow it).
The last couple of weeks for me have been a not good time. I’ve been really down.
No one’s fault; in fact, but for other people I’d be much worse. Thanks to all the friends whose company has helped keep me sane. You may not have even noticed I was any different, because whilst out and about I felt…
Two pieces of news today, both exciting, but not to everyone in the house.
We’re getting two more ex-battery chickens next weekend, plus, I’ve downloaded a copy of Frozen for the girls to watch (the DVD’s not out yet, but Amber loves this film – and we’ve spent so much money on merchandise that I figure there’s not a court in the land that would convict me!)
Amber sprinted downstairs and gave me…
I’ve just signed a proper work contract AND been informed that the new office “is moving forward”, so my four-month sentence of Working From Home might be nearly up!
Not a moment too soon, either, as I’m going a bit mad. It’s not the actual time spent alone that’s been getting to me, more the cumulative effects of not seeing other human beings (except my family) for days at a time.
I have never known anyone get so excited about a new lunchbox. Literally never.
Here’s Amber at the school gates this morning with her new Frozen lunchbox.
Blimey, she loves that lunchbox. I’d venture to say she loves it almost as much as the Frozen boots she bought last year. Remember those? ;-)
Thanks to everyone who came to Amber’s Family Party on Saturday – it was, of course, lovely to…
Almost 20 years I’ve lived in London now, but the old girl still surprises me.
Yesterday I discovered a wee theatre underneath Waterloo Station!
But how to find it?
First, ye must have FAITH to…
It being half-term this week, the girls are both staying at my parents’ in Swindon.
I was born and grew up in Swindon; it’s a pretty sleepy, safe little town, so imagine my surprise when, calling my parents on Skype, my children swam into view looking like the ’80s, ’90 and ’00s never happened!
Millie (aged 8) had some kind of Freddie Mercury-style, purple velvet, cat-suit, crop-top on.