Whilst we’d planned to spend the day celebrating at the Sandcastle with the kids, Blackpool was put on the back burner following a restless night with our little lady.
Poor E still isn’t herself, she’s struggling with a nasty cough and to be honest it’s just as well as Paul seems to have come down with some sort of stomach bug. It hasn’t been the best birthday for Paul this year, he’s told me as such which makes me feel pretty bad but I’m no doctor so what can I do?!
I’m not entirely impressed with having spent the past four days (including Mothers Day for that matter) festering as a family, I’d much rather be making the most of the time that we have, but at present we’re all poorly!…
I must be getting old, either that or I’m just plain boring. Having spent almost an hour frantically searching through my wardrobe for something to wear, I eventually found something suitable and made my way out to the local bistro to celebrate my friends fortieth.
I was once such a sociable sort, I never struggled with conversation nor confidence when out. These days though, I find myself feeling anxiously awkward and tend to avoid conversation at all cost. It’s not that I have nothing to say, it’s just that I don’t feel much like talking, especially so whilst sat at the table with people I’ve only just met or barely know.…
Yesterday marked what would have been my Nana’s one hundredth birthday. I was planning to write an entire post all about her but having spent the day at work then travelling fifty-minutes in the car through to the florist, followed by the cemetery, I was far too tired upon arriving home to do anything other than to slump on the sofa and to catch up with the kids.
It was a beautiful spring afternoon when I arrived at the cemetery, the sun was low in the sky and the entire town was aglow in the distance. I parked my very own Mini (which is the car which Gran was well-known for driving) close by her grave and made my way to her plaque with flowers in hand.…
Three years ago, I began a rather interesting online journey in the form of a blog. Never for a second did I imagine than my writing would be anything other than a hobby, three years later though I have made a whole group of new friends, have met some incredible people and I have experienced some amazing opportunities all thanks to being a blogger.
What is a blogger? I’m not entirely sure. I may have spent the past three years sharing posts online, but as far as I’m concerned, I’m just a girl with a laptop that likes to share some parts of her life online. Don’t get me wrong, I love blogging but it hasn’t come without its issues.…
Talk about treacherous, the weather last night went from bad to worse. I was half expecting to wake to a garden without a greenhouse. Thankfully the trampoline held on tight and whilst the deck chairs had flown across the lawn, the damage was minimal. Paul very kindly put things back into their rightful place then we proceeded with our day.
I began by taking E along to her friends birthday party, I was therefore required to sit and make polite parental conversation for two hours whilst covertly sniping snacks to keep my hunger at bay.
Whilst some parents are happy to leave their little ones, I’m still a little on the apprehensive side when it comes to E.…