Date Night: A to D

I said I’d blog every few Date Nights… Then realised how hard they are to find, never mind write down! So, without much further ado… here’s about where we’re up to now…

For the Love of God

It all started with The Great British Bake Off. Sort of. Let me explain… About eighteen months ago now, (yep… about two months before the real “baking incident”); Husband and I got to a stage in family life where we actually began to feel… human. Oh yeah. It may just be a glistening memory now,…

Expect the Unexpected

As you probably gathered from last Sunday’s blog, I wasn’t exactly expecting very much from this weekend. (That’s Husband’s Ordination to the Priesthood- for those just catching up.) Well, actually… That’s not exactly true, is it? I was expecting chaos. And confusion.¬†And quite possibly the usual ridiculousness that, if nothing else, at least makes for…

The Verdict…

So the votes are counted… I didn’t win. Most of you traitors sided with him! So off he’s gone, with a trumpety trump; Carrying not one, but two shirts in his trunk. The red one is packed, The tea towel still contends; But he’s ditched the safe black And taken… navy instead?! (Probably to make…

Seeing Red?

“So what time are you home tonight?” “I dunno… just after 8 maybe?” “Ok. I’ll see if I can hang on and eat with you then. Unless there’s anything you need doing before you go?” “Err… Oh yeah, I need to iron my clergy shirt.” “Which one?” “The red one.” “The red one?!” “Yes. The…

The Onto-What-Now?!

So this week, Husband is to be ordained… again. And this is not – (as someone rather helpfully worded it on Facebook)- because it didn’t work last time. But is, rather, a “next step” kind of deal. But… isn’t he already a Vicar? I hear you ask. (If not, he better stop wearing that collar!…

May Be

May be upon us. May… be here so soon?! May be meaning it’s almost a year since our cohort moved. A year?! A year. What’s in a year? Well… Shock, exhaustion, diabetes and childbirth, to name but a few! Identity crises, loneliness, and Mummy guilt, to name some more. One experience, weakness, bug, then another,…

Positioned For Recovery

“Wow… You look amazing, considering!”  Said every person I’ve come into contact with over the last three weeks. Which is lovely. But also, you know, ever so slightly misleading in the grand old scheme of things. See, I’ll say to you what I’ve said to every one of them… Two words: PAT LEAVE! Husband was…

Purple Trousers

Disclaimer: This is a rather detailed post, celebrating the highs- and even the lows-of a third, final, and (so far!) healthy pregnancy. Please don’t read if this topic might upset you!

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…