I am now physically incapable of saying 'THSUMMER!' without that Olaf-style lisp and intonation, which is a neat coincidence because we've also spent a lot of our time melting since H broke up for the holidays. Oof, July! Bring on the heat! Before August crashes in with thirty-one straight days of grey drizzle, that old … Continue reading I prefer my summers in the key of Military Operation: don’t judge
It's the last day before half term, and I'm being entirely serious when I say: now we're mostly over the big settling-in phase, having school back in our lives is the bizniz. For H, definitely. He's happy when he's learning new things in a structured environment (I noticed that last year with nursery, but even … Continue reading Starting school has actually made us happier. Cheers, school.
I think we are probably the National Trust's biggest fans. I have never in my life turned down the chance to ooh and ahh at some fancy tapestries. It doesn't matter who lived there; I get a little vicarious thrill when I climb their staircases and imagine their footfalls on the carpet, however long ago. … Continue reading The manor house that sanity forgot
I have decided some things about camping holidays. I have decided it's alright to need a daily shower and a hairdryer, even when you're in a field. You are you, right? You are approaching thirty, and you are good at lots of things, and roughing it really doesn't have to be one of them. I … Continue reading A love letter to our favourite camping holiday
Summer! Allow me to let you into a secret: when faced with sunshine, my top half converts it all super-efficiently into freckles and third-degree burns, while my bottom half simultaneously takes on a whiteness so blinding all light rays are reflected back into space. This is my superpower, and when I become a time traveller … Continue reading Henries were here
And March came in with a beam. Of course it did. After the long, brown dreariness of January and February, in comes March with a spring in its step. It's my favourite month, and not just because it crams in our anniversary, my birthday and mother's day with more celebratory breakfasts than you can shake … Continue reading In like a lion, out like a lamb
Oh, we lived life on the edge today. The VERY EDGE. My beloved, best-ever sister offered to watch the boys for the afternoon so Tim and I could do something nice. We were so overwhelmed by the possibilities that we took most of the morning to decide what to do. I never descend those stairs … Continue reading A temple a day
So guess what? It's raining, and since I'm underneath an actual roof, I'm totally casual about it. Rain on, my friend. Rain on. Of course, we knew when we decided to go away camping for Bank Holiday weekend that it would rain. August Bank Holiday and rain are like bacon and...more bacon: two stalwart adventurers … Continue reading Castles and canvas