It goes, I think, in some part, to my being a GenY-er girl, that I’ve never really before now taken much more than a passing interest in our elections. I’ve gone in the past because it was compulsory and voted according to the last television advertisement I remembered seeing. I’m not especially proud of my…
Here’s the link to my original Christmas Card Challenge Let me say, its been a great success so far. I’ve written out over 30 cards! They’re going to such countries as the United States, Canada, England and South Africa – not to mention many to our own fair isle. But a week or so ago,…
“Mummy! Mummy” I become groggily awake, and look at the clock. 6.38am. Okay, that’s a fair enough time to get up. “Mummy! Mummy!” “KEIRA – I’m coming. Give me a ‘sec.” I throw a robe on, and stumble out into the hallway, where I meet a similarly groggy child, rubbing her eyes. “Mummy! Mummy!” The…
Darling – I hope you read this when you become an angsty teenager: Let me be perfectly clear. Your nose? Movie stars would pay thousands to get one as cute. wordless wednesday
I’ve been writing a lot on Children’s Health lately. (If you’ve read my ‘Professional Me’ page, you’ll get a taste of what I mean). Of course, it seems like a perfectly obvious subject to find myself landed in, but even so, sometimes I find myself scratching my head because ten years ago I would’ve told…
I have just finished reading this amazing book, perhaps you have heard of it – 365 Ways to Change the World. I urge everyone to go out and buy or borrow this because of its open optimism and generosity of hope. You finish and can’t help but be inspired. Even if you don’t, here are…
Rather a glum sounding title, wasn’t it? So now you’re all thinking, “Uh-oh.” Of course I’m talking about how Keira went at Preschool in the end and the answer is a happy, “Pretty well!” Apparently she stopped crying almost right away, once she’d been distracted by the silkworm farm they’ve got running. Even later, she…
I really don’t like dwelling on negative things, here on the blog, or off. Lord knows, people have worse problems than I do. But when you leave your child, kicking and screaming, bashing the poor preschool teacher as she’s trying to hold her off you, well, that kind of sucks and I need to purge…
Keira has lovely hair. Correction: Keira has lovely hair when she lets me brush it. I, on the other hand, do not have particularly remarkable hair in any respect. Yes, it’s blonde, but blonde with a little chemical help these days. If you gathered all my hair up into a ponytail, and did the same with…
