Last week Paul and I took the sprogs to Lowther Castle for the day. We were graced by the good weather but sadly cursed by the bank holiday traffic. What should have taken us just over an hour and a half in the car took us almost two hours or more.
Seriously, I must have a bladder the size of a pea as having drunk way too much coffee prior to setting off it was actually me that seemed to cause the hold up with endless pit stops whilst on the road.
Having finally arrived at the castle we settled for dinner in the courtyard (a picnic prepared by Paul).…
My apologies for not having posted this earlier but I’ve had a full on day with work then entertaining the kids on their final evening before returning to Nursery and School tomorrow.
I never usually say this but I am actually looking forward to getting the routine back into motion. As much as I love having the kids home for the holidays there are only so arguments over Lego and such like that I can withstand.
I’d rather not go grey before my time. Having sat with the hubby and the kids watching an episode of Gladiators from 1995 I already feel fairly ancient as it is!…
So Easter has been and gone, the holidays are almost over and just like that we will back to the usual routine come Monday. They say time flies when you are having fun and this past fortnight has certainly been that and more!
My husband very kindly handed over his Kindle PaperWhite earlier this week. I was originally planning to buy a few new books to read but then opted to delve into some of my past favourites for a re-read.
Sophie Kinsella’s Shopaholic series was first to pop up on the list and I have since downloaded the very first book to enjoy all over again.…
I quite often see things, read things and hear things that are quite probably a lie. Theres a bleeping good reason they term the internet as ‘the virtual World’ as its precisely that virtual.
Lets be honest, lets face facts folks… Life is far from a fairy tale. Theres no way that all those smug shots slapped on everybody’s Fakebook walls or Instasham pages can all be real. I will happily admit I’ve taken many photographs of neat, tidy rooms with the full knowledge that lurking behind the door is a pig sty in much need of a clean.
It makes you wonder though doesn’t it… What we see, read and what we are told may all be fiction.…
Forgive me for I have sinned. The kids woke late, we ate breakfast slumped on the sofa at gone ten o’clock then proceeded to vegetate in front of the television akin to zombies.
We have done very little other than tootle about with train sets, lark about with Lego and generally play lethargically. Theres been the odd argument here or there as there tends to be with most siblings that play together. Theres only so many screaming matches a Mother can endure before becoming tempted to stick her fingers her ears whilst “lalalalalaing” to herself to cover the chaos!
To be honest I was pretty shattered following a full on day and yet another late night.…