I nearly didn’t blog this week, and I certainly won’t over the next couple of weeks (clear your diaries, people), but I find myself with a couple of hours before I leave to catch up with the intrepid group of teachers and students who have led the forward party to Kenya without me. I have…
Sister Act
The older I get the more I realise how valuable the childhood games I played were – particularly the ones I played with my sisters. I have started to worry that our game playing time may soon become limited and that I may need to reorganise my priorities. I feel like calling my sisters up…
Better Every Year
I’m not sure if FD (Favourite Daughter) will read this – let us hope not, for she will doubtless want to make some edits – however I make no apology for the blog being all about her, for it is her birthday this week, and although I am in no position to be a neutral…
A Kenyan Count Down
In the absence of a marathon to train for – or any last minute tickets for Glastonbury – I find myself having to acknowledge that three weeks today, Dora The Explorer will head off to Kenya with a troop of lovely students and teachers. Excited though I am, I have tried valiantly not to look…
Just you wait…
Apologies for being late with this blog; I have been meaning to write it since last Monday, but every time I thought about doing so, something more urgent cropped up. Something more urgent like: loading the washing machine; paying the gas bill; cleaning the bath or cutting my split ends out. I think this tendency…
Support team
Since those heady London Marathon days (#youdidn’texpectmetoholdoutforeversurely), and my self-imposed fast from anything running related, you should perhaps feel grateful that I am back on the running track this week. I have safely negotiated the risk of outing myself as a ‘Love Island’ viewer and saved you from reading a vacuous and shallow ‘Love Island’…
Today this could be…
As I have told you many times, I am someone who models their life on Monica from ‘Friends’ and I definitely prefer to let ‘rules control the fun’. However, I challenged myself over this Half Term break to be as random and spontaneous as possible. Naturally I set this challenge weeks ago and gave myself…
Purple Prose
I made two mistakes yesterday and both of them left me looking like a Victoria Plum. Firstly I managed to fall over myself while jogging along a coastal path -resulting in a grazed knee and dented pride in front of some hikers (‘no, no, I’m fine, you walk on with your rucksacks and gaiters’), and…
A capsule rucksack
I’m an avid follower of mid life fashionistas and love nothing more than perusing their daily outfit choices on Instagram and their blog critiques of new season cat walks – or SS19 as we say in the trade. Naturally I never follow their advice, and wear the same old crumpled, elasticated slacks I have worn…
I said…
My job this weekend has been to chauffeur my (very nearly) 93 year old mother from Oxfordshire back to her Hereford homeland. The occasion is the memorial service for her 95 year old sister; the death of my aunt on Mothering Sunday left my mother as the eldest in her family and, when I arrive…
The Dragonfly Jar 