Yesterday, Husband and I sat rather apprehensively in the kitchen, awaiting the arrival of our second (or technically third?) house guest from Ukraine. I realise now that it’s been a year since our first foray into this world, and I still haven’t written a jot about the many, many reflections this bizarre experience offered. (There…
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When Ministry Sucks
I might be in the minority- or just early doors naiavity- when I say that so far, ministry is a privilege the majority of the time. There are so many perks to being a Vicar’s wife (and I’m not just talking about the house!) I love how open people are with me at times, how…
The Things I Do With Myself
Hello, loyal email and WordPress followers! Thank you for still being here. I have much to report, as you can probably imagine, but for now I thought it was time for a little life update. Five weeks ago, after nine years at home with bumps, babies and preschoolers; I graduated. By which I mean that…
A Journey in Words: Stars in Clay Jars
When I first started blogging 6/7 years ago, I did so very cautiously. I think I had this vision that I’d write something offensive, it would somehow go viral and I’d find myself in a tank full of pyrranas, unable to swim. So I set up anonymously on WordPress, disabled comments, spent a few hours…
Get Wisdom
It’s been a big week here in the UK. Unless you have been living under a rock, you will have by now heard that our beloved Queen, Elizabeth II, died peacefully at Balmoral on Thursday, after 70 years on the throne. Her passing brought more than a few tears: I was indeed a big fan….
Child Prodigy
We have a framed quotation in our kitchen, hidden amongst the past projects, unidentifiable clay models and paintbrushes. We even made and decorated it ourselves, for good measure. I love it and almost certainly ascribe to the message. Lately, however, I have also found myself thinking that, whilst every child is an artist, some are…
Our Latest House Guest
I never thought we’d be an “Alexa!” kind of family. In fact, after hearing our previous neighbours’ children repeatedly squawk her name from the garden, I had sworn that Alexa would never set her submissive digital foot inside our home. Still. As is often the case with early parental swears, here we are. A previous…
Chasing Paper (Part 1)
Helpless, anxious, frustrated. Governments fall, crowds surge, gunshots fired. Where will they go? What will become of them? The first to escape have arrived. They’re in a hotel, hidden from view. Husband goes to visit, to see what we can do. There’s talk of playgroups, buddy systems, classes… But there’s tension in the ranks And…
Magical Covid
After blogging weekly throughout both lockdowns, it seems only right to document my experience of the beast itself… albeit 4 months later. It’s been a busy time! Let me set the scene (before the scene, before the scene)…. It is December 2021 and we have a big birthday party planned for the Eldest the week…
The Invoice
Hello, it’s been a while. You could be forgiven for thinking I’d run out of things to write. Truth be told, there was just too much going on and all of it a bit too “people-y” to disclose. Working out how to report the drama of the year and the many refections it offered was…
A Brief History of Summer
Dear regulars, I’m sorry it’s been so long. Truth is, there’s been far too much to say and far too little time in which to process and then say it. Which is a bit of a novelty now, post lockdown, isn’t it? Anyway, rather than just reappear after a few months and dump the heavy…
The Sweet Spot
A couple of years ago I was at a church community meal that Husband was unable to attend. Breastfeeding a young baby in one arm, cutting up food for my two year old with the other and keeping half an eye on my four year old from across the room, I noticed another lone mother…
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