Ticks

Today has been a day of three parts (so far) – very much a sine wave day. 3 hours in the car to, around and from Plymouth to get a boat battery and a rotary line. This is my new domestic landscape. Things improved when we went to the local soft play (that shows how…

Every cloud…

It’s blazing sun here and I’m inside contemplating autumn. Little One’s cold has claimed him with a vengeance and he’s sleeping next door and I am lone attendant. The rest of the family are out on the boat. So I sit and knit. This is a new school scarf for Elder. Made from Big Softie…

Heavens above

View from the flat. The most dramatic rainbow. Oh, it was lovely.

Home sweet home

Cars and boats. A houseful of boys. These are my lot in life. And now we’ve taken it up a notch. I’m in Devon. In Brixham. In our new flat!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hooray!!! PS the seagulls say hello. Loudly.

Fascinating

To weighty matters, there has been too much frivolity on this site recently – not. I’ve got a family wedding coming up soon and I had, up until last might, stood firm in the face of fascinator pressure from all and sundry. i find them a little – you know, obvious. Until I found these…

Decade

Tomorrow is the tenth anniversary of my Mother’s death from cancer. She was 69. Rather than be sad I wanted to remember some of the things she did – to recapture her spirit iyswim. She wasn’t perfect but it’s the flaws that make a person interesting. She knew all the words to The Mexican Hat…

Oh, the humanity

I feel I have to write about the Channel 4 programme, Sex,Lies and Parkinsons aired last week. My, my what a furore down at Camp PD. It covered the challenges one mother faced, being diagnosed in her 30’s and the effect the meds had on her personality. Others have held forth about the programme’s pros…

A really practical skill

I always knew crochet would prove itself as a true life skill. Inspired by this thread on Mumsnet (thankyou Soupdragon)  look what I made tonight… Poo! I am enchanted! Pattern here  

Is there an echo in here?

To the Cotswold Water Park with three girlfriends, escaping mothers all, for a night in a lovely hotel, good food and a little too much wine. What a shot in the arm. I actually read (Caitlin moran’s recent tome) , swam, knitted and chatted. Marvellous. You really do not realise the sheer lack of me…