The Big Needle

So this post is intended to be the promised follow-up to my previous instalment Needles and Haystacks (#1); an attempt to make sense of my messy mind and the glimmers of sense I think I might have found there. However, a few more days, weeks or months- who knows, is it still 2020?!– have passed…

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…

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…

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Highlights: 1. Waking up to snow! 2. Waking up again to the kids very, very excitedly “being quiet”, asking repeatedly if they can wake me up yet, turning on all the lights, whispering “we’ve got you a present” and then shouting “IT’S A JIGSAW!” I love how much they love birthdays- even ones that are…

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 More recently, these sad and forgotten pages have been replaced by mere titles, and lately even photographs… Snapshots of marked moments that will hopefully, one…

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,…

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…