Dear Ophelia, Today you are one. Ten o’ clock tonight I’ll be sitting in the livingroom, thinking about how you shot out into the world, right there in front of
My friend Kath, who blogs at The Long Walk Home, recently wrote about needing to stop to find joy in the details. I felt pretty inspired by that. It made
Ophelia is going to be one-year-old in a week and a half. I know. I can scarcely believe it either. Talitha has been desperate for her to move into her
We’re going to some Chinese New Year celebrations later this month and I’ve prepared Talitha by showing her pictures and videos online and reading a few stories about it. It’s
I have an admission to make. I feel like I should be whispering this or at least putting it in tiny writing. My children have baths two or maybe three
Talitha and I have been getting an education in the British naturalisation process. I’ve qualified to apply to become a British citizen for about a year now but I’ve only
I am so proud of having done this project by myself as I have been ridiculously practicality-challenged in the past. But this is my year for having a go at
With the craziness of Christmas and New Year, I’m only just getting around to telling you about the Spanish cooking class Laurence and I took last year. Well, that’s misleading.
Laurence worked in London last week so it was my first time being alone with our two children for that length of time. I worried about it a little bit
Last Wednesday, I did my first solo cross-country drive. Yeah, on the night when the weather in the South West was borderline insane because of that tornado over in Wales.
It has been quiet here, hasn’t it? I did that thing where I just lived life and kept my reflections mostly to myself over the past few weeks (Laurence has
What a year it’s been. Ophelia was born, Laurence went freelance, we joined a church closer to home, Talitha turned three, we both got into gardening (which was a huge