I FEEL it is only right that I warn you, that this is an EPIC post. EPIC!! Quite possibly, my most epic yet. So before you begin, you might wanna pop the kettle on, make yourself a decent cuppa and get comfy. Because let me tell you, this post is a biggie. Such a biggie in fact, that it’s taken me almost a full working day just to whittle down
AS a blogger, it’s hard not to think that you suck sometimes. That your work has little meaning. Or to put it bluntly… that it’s total and utter crap. I feel this way every couple of weeks at least. It’s a regular occurrence in my world. An old, familiar enemy.
NOTHING delights me more, I don’t think, than the fact that my three year old daughter adores books just as much as I do. As a total and utter bookworm, it was something that I had hoped would happen. The very fact that it has, makes me want to punch in the air and mum dance across the kitchen.
OK, so this post is a little ode to Prince who passed away yesterday. But it’s also something I’ve been meaning to write about for ages. Beauty. Being beautiful. What is it? Who has it? And what the devil is it all about? Could YOU be the most ‘beautiful girl in the world’?
TEA, tea. Glorious tea. Besides wine (and perhaps a cosmopolitan) it is my absolute favourite drink. You can keep your coffee and your cappuccinos, just give me a decent cuppa of any kind and I’m a very happy chappy.
THIS is the question I keep asking myself at the moment. The one that is continually repeating itself over and over in my frazzled brain. Have I been the best Mum? Have I? Have I? Have I been as good as I could have been? (To date, obviously.)
IT’S hard to believe now that just a couple of weeks ago, I was in Italy with my little family. As I sit here going through the hundreds of photos (!) and look outside my window at another grey day in Blighty, I can only wish I was back in beautiful Umbria enjoying the glorious Italian sunshine. I was sent to Italy by the wonderful Bookings For You. A company
IT’S not very often I’m brought to tears by a campaign. Or moved by a video. But as soon as I watched this short film, I sobbed. And I’m not one little bit ashamed to admit it.