When school broke up for Easter two weeks ago I did not anticipate a close encounter with a deer the day before we were due to travel to my Favourite Daughter’s (FD) wedding venue. My Mini did not fare well in this interchange. I know you will be concerned to hear this news, so let…
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Who moved my cheese?
Coming down from my Favourite Daughter’s (FD) wedding weekend I did not expect to blog about cheese. However since I bequeathed myself sole responsibility for sourcing a Cheese Tower for these nuptials – as an alternative to a traditional wedding cake – I feel an update is warranted. Besides, I have been milking three family…
Average Secrecy
I am reassured to read in the media that ‘The Average Britain keeps nine kinds of secrets,’. This goes some way to reducing the shame I sometimes feel at not unleashing some of my ‘little idiosyncrasies’ on my unsuspecting reader. Stay with me: there is a research paper from the University of Melbourne and Columbia…
Zen Hen
I am shocked to discover that my preoccupation with nailing the perfect wedding hat for Favourite Daughter’s (FD) Easter wedding may have distracted me from mining a rich seam of wedmin side hustle that could support my teacher’s pension. Thankfully my niece – having recently become a Mrs herself – is much more in tune…
Nothing left to give
Quite frankly I have been shocked at the lack of faith my readership loyal reader has shown in my stickability since I went public about decluttering. I felt – naively it turns out – that by publicising my challenge to match the day of the month with the removal of the same number of items…
Making history
Since discovering the merits of lunchtime drinking (#lastblogreader), it feels timely to share an update on my day time drinking exploits. I should also note that as the new school term starts on Monday, this teacher promises to put her beer goggles back on ice and will remind herself that she has signed up to…
MOGulations
Here I still float, grinning on the crest of my son’s upgrade into the premier league – i.e. his marriage to my favourite daughter-in-law (FDIL) last weekend – but wondering how best to blog about the occasion without breaking any weddinquette boundaries. Admittedly I have lost my nerve. While I was contained enough to not…
If this isn’t nice, what is?
As we venture into December it feels timely to undertake some active noticing of what is going well. Someone will want to punch my Christmas lights out for starting this discourse, but I have no intention of gloating; this blog is a note to self to stop incessantly sighing and to show a little gratitude…
A Brood of Hens
As I release you from the tenterhook you will have suffered since last week’s instalment to my Autumn Wedding Compendium of blogs, I feel that my partner in crime – Mother of the Bride (MOB) to my Mother of the Groom (MOG) – will not be offended if I refer to us both as ‘broody…
Weddinquette
Apologies to my loyal reader for it has been a while since you last heard from me. I am currently surfing the wave of weddingitis and enjoying it so much that I have had little time to write since the school summer holiday ended I have been distracted by going for the triple – in…
The Dragonfly Jar 