IN eight days, Elsie will turn four. Another year older, another age reached, another little milestone passed. Last week we had her first school induction, the week before that I bought some of bits and pieces of her school uniform and on Friday she will visit nursery for the very last time and we will say goodbye to the staff who have done such a wonderful job of looking after
THIS is one post that I never dreamed that I’d be writing. Nor is it one that I hope anyone needs to read. But I’m writing it, because sadly, this is something that has recently happened to me which means, in all probability, it could happen to any of us at any time. I’ve experienced being truly gossiped and talked about twice in my life.
THERE are many good things you can say about Great Britain. (Although admittedly, as of late, it doesn’t really feel that way.) But let’s face it, our bonkers weather isn’t one of them. We’re well into the first week of July and yet it’s taken me nearly two months, two months (!) before I managed to find the opportunity to wear one of my new summer style purchases.