retreat

An Up-date

A few nights ago, I had an itch to write. However, so much has happened and developed recently that I couldn’t quite remember where I last left off. And so I read back through my last few posts instead. And wow… I got a shock! Things got a little dark back there, huh?! So. I am pleased to say,…

Head Space for Head Cases

“Come and have a drink with us!” She shouts merrily from the kitchen. I put my keys down and glance at the clock. It’s half past nine. I’m tired, of course, but the wine and the crisps look particularly inviting and so I decide, despite my better judgement, that it’s worth the risk. Error. Before…

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…

It’s Weird… But I Get It

So tonight is my last night as a non-Vicar’s wife. Tucked up in bed at 9.30pm, challenging myself to write a few thoughts in half an hour (yeah right!) before the madness begins… I wonder if there’s some kind of rite of passage that I’m missing out on here? Like, should I be baking space cakes…

I’ve not had much luck with retreats recently. In January, Husband booked me a spa day for Christmas with a set date and time. (Admittedly, this was not a time I would have chosen, as Tiny was still very Tiny; meaning that I actually spent a quarter of the day in a used hotel room,…