Things I Want To Remember

#32: Go to a gig

Having three children means that our house is constantly noisy.  Giggles and laughter, bickering and shouting, the TV, impromptu Sunday morning kitchen discos… it’s rarely quiet. (I tried to upload a video that the husband took of me dancing with the girls but it refused to load.  Probably a good thing!) And then when the girls…

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Our Little Author

Each of the girls has inherited a trait from me.  Lola is most definitely the ‘Good Samaritan’ – she’s always looking after her friends at school if they are upset and she is the first person to offer to help me with something at home, like putting away the cutlery and cups from the washing up or wanting…

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A (photo)walk down memory lane

A week ago I went to my very first blogging conference – Blogtacular – in London.  There will be a proper post all about it in the not-too-distant future I promise, as I’ve got loads of things that I want to share.  It’s taking me longer than I thought it would to process it all –…

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Five minutes with Mimi

My Mum came to visit at the weekend, so while we were waiting for it to be time for me to go and pick her up from the train station I spent some time with Mimi. I’m sad to say that it’s rare that we get one-to-one time together – being the middle child means that her…

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Between bath and bed…

I love the first few evenings after the clocks go forward and it really feels like Spring has arrived.  The sun sets at the back of our house, and the most beautiful light streams in through Lola’s little bedroom window and the bathroom onto the landing.  I take full advantage of it whenever I can. …

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New hair-dos

Every six months or so the girls and I go to our lovely hairdresser to get our hair cut. We’ve been going to her for years now, and she’s brilliant with the girls as well as having a wonderful ability to (temporarily) tame my unruly hair. It’s a tiny little salon and we can be…

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Sick Day

As I sit writing this it is Saturday morning.  I am curled up on the sofa, shivering, with hot red cheeks, a pounding head and a throat & chest that feel like they are on fire, feeling very sorry for myself. The girls are draped in various positions on and around me and the TV…

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