Diary of a… what even is this?! Week 16

Saturday Ok. Let’s talk about Frozen 2. I mean, I’ve done nothing but talk about Frozen 2 for the last 7 days, having been made to watch it – and narrate it- at least 10 times since last Friday, but we can’t really cover this week without it! So… here goes. We were told it…

Diary of a Lockdown: Week 12

Saturday Well it’s a good thing we listened to Shakira most of last week for … it’s time for Africa! A friend sent us some ideas from their travels and so off we flew to Cape Town, taking in some South African sights before heading up to the Serengeti National Park in Tanzania! We watched…

Diary of a Lockdown: Week 10

Saturday Today we’re travelling to Thailand at the Eldest’s request, and I’ll tell you for why… Now, let me tell you about Batavia… Way back in 2003, my then-brand-new forever-friend and I (let’s just go ahead and call her Harlett O’Farta , shall we?!) lived and volunteered in Malaysia. We ventured up to Thailand during…

A Quarantime Story

Once upon a time there was a little girl who had a big, giant, ginormous egg on her head. She trumped! And the egg rolled off- Egg! – and rolled down the hill and all the way into town, where it landed at the feet of… The Vicar! The Vicar looked down, picked up the…

Ecclesiastically Speaking…

Two are better off than one, because two have four knees between them. And four knees between three kids feels like alot of knees. Which is nice. Two are better off than one, because if Three and Four start fighting, then we can just divide and conquer. Two are better off than one because One…

Mama Done

The end of an era… in which I had breastfeeding babies. And boobs.

Touching Cloth

An ordinary family’s last-minute dash into the eco-zone.

The Beaster Holidays

It’s been a while since I had a bit of a Facebook scroll, to tell you the truth. I deleted the app a while back in an attempt to go to bed three hours earlier and with a clearer head, but seem to have an innate desire to torture myself with other people’s selfies on…

Mum’s Day Off

Get dropped off at the same station I used to commute from, all those years ago. Look down the platform and remember countless mornings of Rightmove and JobSearchUK and howtogetpregnant dot com. Today, I’m off on a spa day, by myself, to get a little break from life at home with three adorable-yet-oh-so-exhausting kids. Say…

Sur-Thriving Church

I remember the big, bold letters catching my eye as I did the obligatory scroll before bedtime. “How to Survive Church with Toddlers!” It claimed. ‘Ooooh!’ Thought I, as I clicked away hungrily. ‘This should be good!’ It wasn’t. “There’s no snacks!” I called to Husband, brushing his teeth in the bathroom. “Ten whole tips on…

Laugh. Cry. Write.

Over this past year, my WordPress account has gathered an awful lot of dusty posts. Stories, musings, and miscellaneous happenings that I deemed relatively noteworthy, but just never found the time note. More recently, these sad and forgotten pages have been replaced by mere titles, and lately even photographs… Snapshots of marked moments that will hopefully, one…