As a child, I wasn’t really all that adventurous. I preferred reading books, drawing and writing stories to going off into the wilderness exploring. My Mum and Stepdad and I would go out for walks on a Sunday (the deer park on Stanmore Common was my favourite), or head to a garden centre, but that…
A couple of weeks ago my best friend and her husband came to stay with us for the weekend. It had been over a year since we last saw them and we’d been trying to arrange it for months and months and months. They live three hours away in Southampton, she is very close to completing her PhD and her husband…
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…