With the summer holidays just over a week away, the kids and I are now on countdown. We’ve already enjoyed a month or more of super sunshine and we are now revved up and ready for routine to fly from the window.
I’m no longer pushing J nor E to sit and work upon reading, writing or maths during the evenings, instead I’ve given them free time to enjoy being outdoors and to make the best of the sunshine (before the rain arrives come the moment school shuts for the summer).
I finally ordered and received two new sun-loungers which have since been placed upon the decking.…
It’s been a seriously long week, some of which has been enjoyable but mostly exhausting. We had a short moment of light relief as the rain finally fell on Friday, this was short lived as we then spent the weekend basking in the baking heat.
It’s really hard to do much of anything with the high temperatures, the cloud cover has helped a little but still, it feels really stuffy and I’m finding it quite a struggle to go about my day-to-day chores without breaking into a sweat and surrendering myself to the sofa.
Whilst I adore summer, there is a limit to the amount of sunshine I can tolerate and my skin has just about had enough.…
As far as I’m concerned, today simply didn’t happen. The past twenty-four hours have utterly sucked from start to finish and as much as I try to look on the bright side, there ain’t no silver lining on this cloudy day.
It all began late last night when my husband alerted me to the fact that our washing machine was no longer. I wasn’t entirely sure how to wash and dry three loads without a machine and so called upon our good friend to assist us in repairing said lemon. Unfortunately, he was unable to drop by until today, leaving me pondering as to whether we’d need to replace said the washer with money which we’ve been saving for our holiday.…
Theres one thing for sure about our son J, he adores animals and is batty about his basset hounds. Molly, our eldest and rather arthritic basset hound is rather lame on her legs these days, she often has accidents around the house and at times caring for her can be quite the challenge.
With J being a kid I’d expected for him to be pretty grossed out by Molly’s ‘mop required moments’ but he is far from it. He appreciates each and every day with his beloved hound, he doesn’t care less whether she has the odd accident, whether she’s half blind, half deaf and a little on the stinky side.…
This time last night, Paul and I were huddled around a campfire with our good friends Vicky, Mike, Lisa and Paddy. It was rather comfy sat in my camp chair, head tilted back looking through the trees into the night sky. The stars were gleaming as there was next to no light pollution whatsoever and it was then that I noticed a rather slow-moving but spectacular shooting star.
It’s been years since I’ve seen a shooting star and whilst I should have made a wish, I opted to simply enjoy the moment and to watch the night sky in its full glory as I listened to the sultry tones of Fleetwood Mac echoing from across the way.…