Having a Crack

It’s Sunday afternoon. Creak. I’m sat in the rocking chair with the youngest all snuggled up, snoring heavily into a blanket. Her brother and sister are playing upstairs; the tune of their laughter harmonising with the much fainter sound of worship music seeping from Husband’s office. All in all it seems to me the perfect…

The Overflow

If you are a parent of any number of children, you will most likely have heard the phrase, “you’ve got your hands full there!” Several (hundred) times. A day. Personally, I don’t mind it. It’s not a tut, or a put-down; it’s a generally positive encounter with another member of the public, who takes the time…

An Ode to Mrs H.

Last week, one of the most influential women in my life celebrated a landmark birthday. Or, at least, I presume she celebrated; admittedly, I’m yet to check! See, I clocked this occasion a few months back. I told myself that I had plenty of time to think up a really unique, thoughtful and extraordinary gift;…

What’s Hidden

So, I know that my last post was more than a little bit raw. But the thing is, well, I’ve decided that’s something I won’t ever apologise for. See, while the emotions were still very current, it actually took me well over a week to write. Initially, it was quite an immature recap of all…